Going to extremes

Extreme is exciting, balanced is boring. Discuss.

It’s a lot easier to get enthusiastic about an exaggerated state than a placebo. That’s true for extremes at either end of the scale and it’s all to do with the pleasure principle. Take food for example – there’s pleasure in indulging in an extra slice of chocolate cake but there’s also pleasure to be derived from depriving yourself. A different kind of pleasure admittedly but pleasure all the same. Excess it all it’s forms – be it sexual, chemical, whatever – casts a pleasure spell. But pleasure, as we know, is fleeting. Denial, on the other hand, breeds that perverse brand of pleasure that springs from (whisper it) smug self-righteousness. Excess/denial, denial/excess – two sides of the same coin to yo-yo between. There hanging between them is the middle ground. No flirty frills decorating the wide, grey expanse that is moderation. Instead just a never-ending sea of calm, eerily free of dips and swells. Of course, with moderation comes depth and layers – a chance to observe and absorb, free from the magnetic, destructive pull of living in extremes. Pleasure is superseded by satisfaction in the world of balance and moderation. All well and good. Just not quite as exciting…

Maybe

Maybe you were just looking for a distraction
Maybe I was too
But I got more than I bargained for
When I met you

One drunken kiss
One beautiful evening
One perfect gift
One too many excuses
One thing on my mind

Four months on and I still think you’ll call…

Full brain

Who knew, who knows, who’s there, who’s who, who are you to tell me how to live my life

Why me, why us, why now, why not, why am i not able to let go

What’s this, what’s that, what’s what, what are we getting ourselves into

How am I, how are you, how do you do, how do we keep a straight face in a situation like this

When’s it start, when’s it end, when do we ever really feel like grown ups?