I'm a giver.

That's right,... get your mind into the gutter, cause that's where I'm talking to you from.

It's hard for me to receive, sexually. I've been so concerned with my partner's pleasure, making sure she gets off and gets eveything she wants. Why? Cause I'm a recovering mama's boy and I'm doing what I know to do — make sure Mommy likes me so I know I'm lovable.

On the winding road to your True Nature, you're going to come across some darkly self deprecating apologies that may disguise themselves as selfless and evolved flexibilities. My own cliffs to white hot truth are littered with them. Like...

• "I'm sorry for being so pointedly opinionated. Sorry about that {insert sheepish wince.} I really need to take the edge off."
• "I'm sorry, but I so crave laughter and you're inability to catch sarcasm and my goofy charm is breaking my heart, but maybe I just need to be more understanding and flexible -- sorry, I'll just buck up and quietly find the humour in things...on my own. It's okay. I'll just be laughing to myself over here in the corner."
• "Oh and about my need to be adored...yeah, sorry about that. It must be so annoying that I love to be loved. I'll do you a favour and lower my expectations. I mean, I should be able to get by on less love by now, I am a grown up afterall."

Do cell phones, texts, emails and socials in fact facilitate communications, or are they the ruination of real relationships? 

From even the analog Halcyon Days on, I was known as Gadget Girl to my friends. But as much as I adore my gadgets and technology, does constant tech babbling make us more or actually less connected to each other?