Somehow I can't understand why I'm always smitten with something that can bring enjoyment and pleasure at the same time. I know that I'm no masochist because I don't enjoy the pain. However, it's the enjoyment that attracts me to it each time. Like flirting with someone known or unknown, risking everything by saying the bon mot to your employer instead keeping quiet, etc. You know, it's like your inner spirit is driving you towards a choice. If it's the Holy Spirit, well, it's a very naughty child indeed. Not that I'm driving the car onto the edge, but the foot is heavy nevertheless. Of course, it does take its toll too. Not too much sugar in my tea, please! And yes, to high heels I still say au revoir.
