I am simply torn. Torn between what's a routine and what's spontaneous. Between what's safe and what's a risk, what is good for me and what can give me a now feeling, a permanent and a temporary, a sense of comfortability and a new set of standards, a simple yet so complicated and a complicated but could be simple, a sweet and a sour, a proper, well-thought out day and a hit-up, what-are-we-gna-do-on-the-spot day, a settlement and a kickinit, a plan and an idea, a call and a text, a mess to clean up with a mop and a mess to clean up with a napkin. This is not only a 'male' dilemma. It is everything I come across