! Don't Screw me please

  I had a screwing conversation last night with someone. I know the guy as somehow intelectual, but not in a very simple way. Like he loves Death Metal and he understands it much better than most of people.

  First I mentioned I hate the taboos which are surrendering me. Like I'm looking  to break them somehow. I said how my identity seems to be in the middle. But I can't say that's so true, that's just a way it may seem true for me somehow because I like thinking in English rather than Persian(that was also one of reasons that I changed my writing language here, cause it's not only a writing language, it's my thinking language which is totally different).

  But he replied back more thoughtfully than I could have assumed. He mentioned that he has taboos about relationships as well and the fact that he's atheist doesn't mean that he has no morality about the opposite gender.

  I mentioned how I hate my stupid sensations after happening to watch a PDA outside anywhere. And that was nice that he could get what I meant. But anyways, both of us knew well that what I meant wasn't a solution, it was so obvious.

  I order to be free(a mind with no taboo or less taboos), experiencing some stuff won't necessarily mean that your taboos will totally go away, you need to be involved from your heart and existence with a culture, like as a Persian Poem says:

راه بدی تا نشدی این همه گفتار مرا

P.S

ای بی خبر بکوش تا صاحب خبر شوی
تا راهرو نباشی کی راهبر شوی؟