Want is a drug. The craving, the pursuit. The chase, the high. What happens when you get it? The hit doesn't last, you want more, or something else.
The brain in love acts like the brain on c0caine. That *feeling* cannot be sustained. So I suppose we are to sit in the spaces between hits, feel them in their stagnation, maybe even enjoy their stillness.
I want to want. I live for the pursuit.
But I no longer want anything.
I don't want money, I really just need enough to pay my bills and eat, and maybe not have to work at CVS when I'm 70.
I don't want to be prettier, skinnier, cooler.
I don't want nicer clothes.
I don't want to travel alone, but I don't want to owe a man something when I get there either.
I don't want sex, I've had so much already... both quality and quantity.
The sex is the part that's hardest for me right now, because I spent so much of my life chasing it so the void feels vast. My sexuality has been a big part of my personality since I was probably eleven.
What happens when you chased the high, and got the hit? Over and over and over...
You become numb. And numbness is absence of human experience, in my opinion.
I feel like I need a reset before it's too late.
A break from x-rated content?
A break from social media?
A break from my phone?
A break from relationships and dating?
A normal desk job?
A trip? Geographical or psychedelic?
To go back to school and carve out a new career?
Go back to fashion design?
Go volunteer?
To disappear?
To give up?
Lord Vis
2022-12-30 09:30:45 +0000 UTC