Soul on Fire, Body on Ice

That's what you are. Soul on Fire and Body on Ice. You state your arguments calmly, exposing the fallacies of reasoning and cowardly behavior of your opponents. You don't patently embrace double talk and hypocrisy. Instead, your words have basis in fact and logical irrefutable reasoning, and not in conjecture and sophistical reasoning as those of your opponents which often border on being absurd and nonsensical. Sometimes you feel compelled to tell others to take their verbal game of pretense to somewhere else. You hope that you don't get any impairment of judgment as others do when you get old. You earnestly wish you will maintain a high standard of propriety and aesthetics.

Others have taken upon themselves the odious task of policing and enforcing the community ethics, but they themselves routinely engage in acts of moral reprehension.

Something in you has died. You have crossed the shore of nihilism which is populated by the likes of assholes and douche bags who previously nauseated you. Upon further reflection, you realize that they are not really that clever. Instead of protecting their ego since their image is already shot by your unmasking them, they should just admit that they have made a mistake. But because they are vain, they would never admit they make mistake. They thus resort to dancing around and looking for cheap excuses. They are so cowardly, so craven that they are pitiful. Now some of them go through a motion of being sensitive and empathetic, but you know they are selfish and hardened to the core. Nothing going in this world would touch their inner self except their own interests. They have to go through the necessary social dance to appear acceptable. Life is nothing but a game of pretense.

You looked at her. The smile. The feminine charm of coquetry reminded you of Agnes and your awkward discovery of being affected by the opposite sex. You are wiser now. You don't let yourself be carried away because you know morel about women.