Taking a little time to breathe.*

The next step? Allowing enthusiasm & obsession, and shrugging off this paranoid self-consciousness. Because, really, no one's all that surprised when I start babbling about the evolutionary adaptations of manatee lips, or the ineffable coolness of Pseudomugil gertrudae. (Spiffy little yellow-finned blue-eyed fish whose pectoral fins look like they're placed much higher than they should be. etc etc etc.)

Why does this feel so bloody revolutionary, allowing myself to like what I like? Without self-stigmatization?

*and by "taking time to breathe," I mean my body's like, "Hey! You! DUMBASS. You should CHILL and maybe get some REST." So pushy, bodies. Imposing physical limitations when you've got better things to do than worry about petty bullshit like when you last ate.