I’ve had a major breakthrough in my deep, personal exploration of human nature. An epiphany about motivation that is pivotal in my quest for internal peace.  Sexual frustration makes me obnoxious.

For example.  One of my biggest flaws is talking movies. It’s bad, I know. Unless a truly captivating movie renders me speechless, I’m compelled to ask questions (or worse). I pretty much never see movies in theaters.

As you can imagine, my relationships with movie lovers has suffered over the years. A few die-hard boyfriends (who all happen to like Die Hard) tolerate it and make sure never to watch new movies when I’m around. It’s a fine system, just means I don’t spend a lot of time watching movies. For better or worse.

There is one, oft overlooked solution.  Find a way to remove the frustration.

Hm?  Wonder why that’s never come up before?