...and that's fine. As long as you don't act on them.
When I first entered the dizzy realm of adulthood at the age of 18 it was an exciting time. A carefree life awaited. I knew I'd get a job and do the usual 'life stuff' people do. At some point there might be a family, a home and even a dog. Or two.
I love dogs.
I love my children more.
But those thoughts weren't the most pressing on my mind. First I wanted to have fun. A lot of fun.
Now what passes for fun in the mind of someone with impaired emotions is, well, extreme. Once those perceived chains - the bonds of being a child - break, life seems like an endless ocean of bounty.