Chilung is at times, a self-restrained hedonist.
It doesn't particularly work. It doesn't particularly not work.
It gets aggravated. I know that a couple of my friends get bitchy at me when I rant after clubs about things (how pretty some people looked generally), but that's Chilung reflecting and laughing at his attempts to deal with (chain/placate) the hedonist.
Tonight, it came out again. The problem with the meal at Budapest (a nice little westernesed hungarian restaurant) was that the food was good. Not fantastic, but good. See if it was bad that wouldn't have awoken my hedonistic side at all, if it was fantastic then my hedonistic side would have been basically satisfied, but just been good, or reasonably good, meant it was like the taste of blood in the mouth, you want more (sorry to all vegos, but try to think of an appropriate analogy, whatever will do you)
I had a nice little appretif, a hungarian bitters called unicum (yeah make the fucking joke and get over it) , a shitty glass of wine, some duck (prepared like all european versions of duck), a long black and a Hennessy X.O. So at the end of the meal to put it bluntly I was left with the desire for one of two things (or both), a good fight(It's a feeling rather than something I would do) or a good fuck(again, but this is more just reality
), neither of which were around me, or possible really, at least within my sense of self ( I was on Glenhuntly road in Elsternwick, but if you don't get that comment, well that's your prerog). So I was on edge, strong edge for the next half-hour, never a good state to be in for me. I managed to calm down on the way back, but I dislike been in this state, its unproductive amongst other things.
In other news the home situation is getting steadily worse, and as I said I came home on edge, oh yeah I'm back on edge.
I said on edge.
Music for the moment- She's in Parties.
It doesn't particularly work. It doesn't particularly not work.
It gets aggravated. I know that a couple of my friends get bitchy at me when I rant after clubs about things (how pretty some people looked generally), but that's Chilung reflecting and laughing at his attempts to deal with (chain/placate) the hedonist.
Tonight, it came out again. The problem with the meal at Budapest (a nice little westernesed hungarian restaurant) was that the food was good. Not fantastic, but good. See if it was bad that wouldn't have awoken my hedonistic side at all, if it was fantastic then my hedonistic side would have been basically satisfied, but just been good, or reasonably good, meant it was like the taste of blood in the mouth, you want more (sorry to all vegos, but try to think of an appropriate analogy, whatever will do you)
I had a nice little appretif, a hungarian bitters called unicum (yeah make the fucking joke and get over it) , a shitty glass of wine, some duck (prepared like all european versions of duck), a long black and a Hennessy X.O. So at the end of the meal to put it bluntly I was left with the desire for one of two things (or both), a good fight(It's a feeling rather than something I would do) or a good fuck(again, but this is more just reality
), neither of which were around me, or possible really, at least within my sense of self ( I was on Glenhuntly road in Elsternwick, but if you don't get that comment, well that's your prerog). So I was on edge, strong edge for the next half-hour, never a good state to be in for me. I managed to calm down on the way back, but I dislike been in this state, its unproductive amongst other things.In other news the home situation is getting steadily worse, and as I said I came home on edge, oh yeah I'm back on edge.
I said on edge.
Music for the moment- She's in Parties.
bubblegumcupcake:
Well, at least u got an interview. And had that experience.
platypuz:
How do you usually satisfy the feeling of "On Edge",sometimes we all need to feel Hedonistic but dont quite make it