should i dye my hair white and get a nose piercing or would I regret it
my cat just ate my watermelon im kinda sad
Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece.
You are all addicts:
You are all addicted to your drug of choice, be it
anger, lust, jealousy, pleasure, guilt, or worry.
Every interaction, every thought, every sight, smell,
touch, sound or taste results in an all-so-familiar
bio-chemical reaction, an adrenaline-like secretion,
which intoxicates you. Unpleasant though it be,
this surge of energy is inevitably followed by
momentary relief when your anger is vented, your
lust satisfied, your jealousy requited, your pleasure
realized, your guilt assuaged, your worry abated.
You enjoy the anteceding unpleasant energy surge
because its ensuing release is so sweet. You feel
uneasy when you are at peace. You fear
tranquility. Quietude is boring
because there can be no thrill of release from
contentment. You are so addicted to peaks and
valleys that you flee the plains below.
There is not one person in this world that is not cripplingly sad about something. You remember that before you open your mouth.