is a loaded word and something i can't get right now. i know that sounds pretty suggestive- and no it's not what you're thinking of you perv -but dissatisfaction has been the order of the day for a long time now; i can't seem to accept that what i have is enough, there's always room for more. more fun, more work, more money, more alcohol, more friends (really?), more books, more time, more happiness, more clothes, more satisfaction.
isn't that the curse of modernity? that enough is never enough? when was the last time you looked at yourself, your life, and thought ahhh i'm perfectly satiated? although boredom is not an ideal state, at least it beats restlessness, no? wait, maybe not; both might spur you to commit acts that you might regret later. and regret is another heavy word that leads to the first one, or rather, the lack of. more accurately, it's the FEAR of regret that inhibits oneself, resulting in guerrilla dissatisfaction that strikes without warning, mounts a devastating attack, then dissipates just as suddenly as it appeared.
restless again.
i wana go mambo and shake it like a polaro id peekture with all those underaged foetuses!
