What do you do with the Tiger, once you catch it by the tail? I think about this from time to time, ever since a former lover made this analogy in regards to me.
It is true, I am a handful. I'm intense, passionate, and too much for many people to handle. I try to only take lovers that can handle my intensity. If I feel that you cannot, we'll never even get started.
The problem is, being this passionate becomes an all-consuming experience. I must constantly stay on guard, lest I overwhelm others. I seem to have two modes: indifference or fixation. I try to temper that with brutal honesty, and an Iron Will to hold back. Why must I shrink to make others feel safe, though?