Help me trust you, company B.

I like the words, the ideas and the warm thrill of security.

But then, you hand me off to a browser, to click here and there and add all manner of information and it looks awfully risky and non-specific.

So I leave it all for later. A lot later. Perhaps never.

Because the warm thrill of security seems a distant mirage when you hold my feet to the fire of confused hellish uncertainty.

That’s too far to go. And I am a born adventurer!