So maybe I’m also just not breezy enough for it. I can’t drip-feed my personality; temper it till someone gets used to my temperature. I can only be hot or cold. My lone (pesky) B in GCSE physics taught me that heat is energy. It’s easier for me to focus on things I know won’t waste it. Myself. My friends. School. Things that don’t require anything but me, unrefined. Things I don’t have to soften to make me digestible to them. Things that don’t require ego-stroking.