We all put walls up to keep from being hurt by getting too close to people, just to different extents. I'm the worst one of all. I'm always awkward in sensitive situations and I can't even tell people things they should probably know about me because I cringe at the idea of responding to a sympathetic word. We could analyse my baggage all day, but the end result is always going to be the same: I need to fucking deal with it. My dad is dying of brain cancer. It's such a profound statement. It fills some with overwhelming sympathy, others (like myself) are completely and totally too emotionally crippled to know what to say and we'd even fake a seizure or douse ourselves with gasoline and light a match just to get away from the awkwardness and helpless feelings we conjure. I relate to guys better than girls, save a select awesome few. This is probably because of my intimacy issues and the fact that I love muscle cars, beer, rock 'n roll and John McClane. Some