stability is strange stuff.

i crave it yet i abhor it too. i need a little drama or danger in order to get my heart beating faster. when all is steady, its easy to tumble into a torpor and forget that i am alive.

when i have a chance to choose a sensible path or a crazy one, i sometimes feel obliged to opt for the latter. i feel that unacceptable situations need to be challenged.. but do i have to put my comfort at risk in the process?

alcohol is not good.