Do you ever feel desperate for experiences; fuller, richer, more unforgettable ones? Like no matter how intensely you feel things, you want to feel them more, whatever the risk?
While in the middle of the experience I usually get numb. I don’t fully realize what’s going on, what a big thing it is.
I’m very happy with the experiences I get and those I have in my baggage, but it’s sad to say that I’ve grown accustomed to certain things now. I’ve been through some amazing things, and now, if I do something that I usually would have thought was a great experience – it’s not enough anymore. Things can’t top what I’ve been through.
So I’m basically spoiled. I expect more from experiences now, and when I don’t get more, I don’t think it’s worth it. Once I get a taste, I want more. And the more I get, the more I want. Because if you’ve been through it once, it’s not such a big thing anymore. In the end it’s never enough.
I get the same thing out of the hobbies I acquire.. I spend about a month or two doing that which takes my fancy, and I do it until I get nothing from it anymore. Last month was origami, this month its photography… but the one I’ve always stuck with is firebreathing. Its different every time, and its adrenaline you cant comprehend. Thinking about it though, I still try for bigger flames every time.
The trick is the same as it is with weightlifting – You have to make some changes to what you do, to prevent getting used to the effect and thus diminishing it.
It helps being a bit creative – you can see almost anything in a new light if you try hard enough.
This seems true of anything… whether painful or pleasant. Some of us crave sensory saturation, though not by chemical catharsis but by interaction with like minded people.
when emotions hit me, it’s with a full on, brutal force. they keep me up at night, cause my heart to throb, fill my mind with obsesive thoughts, and some times make me sick. the littlest things can drive me over the edge, although what’s waiting for me over that edge is always a mystery. my emotional experiences, the ones that i keep completely to myself are always amazing, or dreadful.
it’s my real experiences that leave something to be desired.
While in the middle of the experience I usually get numb. I don’t fully realize what’s going on, what a big thing it is.
I’m very happy with the experiences I get and those I have in my baggage, but it’s sad to say that I’ve grown accustomed to certain things now. I’ve been through some amazing things, and now, if I do something that I usually would have thought was a great experience – it’s not enough anymore. Things can’t top what I’ve been through.
So I’m basically spoiled. I expect more from experiences now, and when I don’t get more, I don’t think it’s worth it. Once I get a taste, I want more. And the more I get, the more I want. Because if you’ve been through it once, it’s not such a big thing anymore. In the end it’s never enough.
my bath can never be hot enough.
It’s like a drug addiction.
We get used to something that was amazing the first few times,
but then, after a while, it becomes routine.
That’s how I feel I’ve become in my relationship:
At first it was so new; I was new and exciting.
But after a while I went from luxury to part of a routine.
We see things that are still special as less,
that’s why you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.
Did you mean your freedom?
I get the same thing out of the hobbies I acquire.. I spend about a month or two doing that which takes my fancy, and I do it until I get nothing from it anymore. Last month was origami, this month its photography… but the one I’ve always stuck with is firebreathing. Its different every time, and its adrenaline you cant comprehend. Thinking about it though, I still try for bigger flames every time.
Almost every day.
The trick is the same as it is with weightlifting – You have to make some changes to what you do, to prevent getting used to the effect and thus diminishing it.
It helps being a bit creative – you can see almost anything in a new light if you try hard enough.
Very true.
This seems true of anything… whether painful or pleasant. Some of us crave sensory saturation, though not by chemical catharsis but by interaction with like minded people.
when emotions hit me, it’s with a full on, brutal force. they keep me up at night, cause my heart to throb, fill my mind with obsesive thoughts, and some times make me sick. the littlest things can drive me over the edge, although what’s waiting for me over that edge is always a mystery. my emotional experiences, the ones that i keep completely to myself are always amazing, or dreadful.
it’s my real experiences that leave something to be desired.