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You know how you have a weird way of going about things, when you're younger? Not necessarily naive, but just... innocent. It gets better with age, and while, most of the time, things do seem less black and white, as you gain perspective, even in the ripe old age of 19, you make funky blunders when it comes to judging situations. I was going through my grandfathers old hairdryers the other day, when I suddenly remembered this story. And today, my sweet sweet oh so sweet fans, I shall relay said story to you.

Once in a while you gotta just lay all the cards out on the table, and speak of those times that are not your proudest. I had one such episode today, while I was trying to follow the doctor's orders. No no, don't worry. It's nothing embarrasing that will leave you confounded and bewildered. No no. It's quite innocent in it's own right, but it did take up a huge chunk of my brain power. And cause me physical as well as mental troubles.

Sounds like I'm starring in my own psychological thriller. I'm not. Well.. not quite anyway. It's all part of my own little thrill - therapy. Going at it full blast now, with exposure, as it's called in cognitive behavioral therapy. In laymen's terms, that's me going out and doing all those things that terrifies me to near death. Sounds bad? I think so. But I trust my therapist... for now.

There are things I think about sometimes. They just sort of pop in there, for no apparent reason. I don't think it's groundbreaking thinking I'm doing. Just random stuff that I ponder. I usually don't think about it long enough to share, but tonight I figured what the hell. That's why I put the following question for you to consider; do guys who are into gynecology do it merely to further the medical field?