finklestein

Your personality, a teeter totter, is mounted by Sleep and Stress (both boys of a healthy, if not husky, build). Now a balanced load, while safe, bores the children. They sit in discomfort, stout legs dangling and kicking anxiously, bored.

Now, as children, they are gluttons. Sleep fancies beer and reading and orgasms. Stress prefers cigarettes and vomitting and fucking. Should one gorge, he'll surely outweigh his complement and bring the teeter totter (or, colloquially, "see saw") to the same boring stalemate fasting would maintain. One kid is nauseous with over-satisfaction and the other is stranded, aloft, starving.

I'm not advocating some sort of feeding schedule, which is monotonous and tames the teasing playfulness of the teeter totter. Just to realize when the fat kid relaxes to plant his ten little sausages into the earth.