Belly of the Beast

I get a strange feeling when I touch a t.v.'s power button, and it's kind of old and I have to use force to turn it on. It's like I'm a teenager just off to college in a buddy's dorm in the 90's. Totally weird, right?

I've concluded there is even more proof that we are animals in the game "Hide&Seek". Know why? I believe, without expressing it verbally or even directly knowing, our parents, the leaders of our pack, teach us to use instinctive tactics to protect ourselves. Think about it: you are the predator and they are the prey. You give them enough time to hide, and then ready or not, there you go; pouncing on them like little tigers on helpless mice. It's fun, but it's also survival of the fittest, testing our skills to hunt. We tigers.

Wouldn't it be cool if we could take off our skin suits? I mean, really?

Sometimes in my head I make up entire R&B songs and have beats, instruments, rhythms and everything, or I (with total guilt) think of old R&B songs from the 90's. Yo', those were the best! But, honestly, R&B when I hear it out loud somewhere, makes my stomach hurt. Like I'm really hungry.

I've already thought up my wedding vows, prior to taking a shower -- I was naked. Here they go:

I cannot promise that I will never cheat on you, or think about cheating on you.
I cannot promise that I will never want to stray, or wonder what it would be like to be with another person.
I cannot promise you that I will be happy everyday I am with you, or that I will be the perfect wife to you.
However, what I can promise you is that I will love you every single day regardless of rain, snow, broken hearts, hangovers or broke wallets.
I can promise you that at the end of each day, no matter where I am or where you are, I always was and always will be your girl.
Good, right? :D

In my past life, I know I was a man. A damn sexy, good man. I most likely was either gay, or the same I am today. I probably got all the ladies and the fellas. I seriously think I'm the same soul recycling and doing the same thing.I mean, I feel like I'm this non-gendered spirit that loves sex, sees the beauty in everything, discriminates against no one, and wants to be reborn something positive in the next life. How else would I cling to Buddhism so tightly if I wasn't like this in the past? Identify myself as anything other than heterosexual?

I believe memories are thoughts, actions, and other things from our past life that make it to our new ones. Ever had that phenomenon of déjà vu? When you know something or remember something you couldn't have possibly seen or known before? Or what about...
wait; I'll come back to this later.