Is it normal...

To be thinking about this much sex?
To listen to what your head thinks and then regret it later?
To stop and think for hours on end about nothing really?
To want to feel something that you know will only come with experience?
To not shut-up and start living?
To ask questions you already know the answers to but to refuse to see them?

I think I'm ok with the idea of sexuality, of being sexual. But why does it bother me so? What in my life, what in my karma is it that gives me this utter fear of sex, the act of sex, the act of anything sexual, the act of something sexual? Is it just my karma to have been born in the land of judeo-chrisitan backgrounds, or is it something in my soul, in my past, or could it be my real personality? What is the cause of all this?

What is it about full moons and midnights that always make me think; too much.