The Sleight of Hand

I am almost pretty sure the comment is referencing me. This is presuming that I am avoiding the person when I am presuming that the person likes me. Hmm. What a whole lot of presumptions that seem to bend back onto itself, much like the mobius strip. But for those who know me, nothing Venusian is possible for this postmodernist freak. Love is a mere illusion, a sleight of hand that sedates and incites the individual into an oxymoronic frenzy.