I was actually tempted to not post my Ultimate Purity Quiz results here, since someone I fell in love with had such shockinly higher scores than mine and I feared looking terribly depraved (or at least mis-matched) in her eyes. But I'm pretty sure that ship has sailed anyhow, unless I've misread the signs, and I don't think she's keeping up with my journal lately anyhow. The interesting thing is that this is the first time I can ever remember having been hesitant to reveal my score on a purity test. And it's only because I saw her results first.
And, all in all, the whole train of thought seems very, very silly. The more so considering how I spent last night and this morning. And that's what really captures my attention: the absurdity of my thinking of worrying about it. Somethng to pry loose and examine for clues about the shadowy parts of the inside of my skull, I guess.