The best feeling ever. The only feeling.
I could never really grasp the idea of being satisfied. I often think to myself, “What do I want from life?”
and my only conclusion is that I want to continue wanting something. Today needs are invented, manufactured to create desire for all the useless products there are to sell. Is that what I need? A car that can go from zero to sixty
faster than I will ever have the need to? That new lip gloss
that will plump up my lips, even though I’m the only one who will notice the difference? A shirt that shows just enough cleavage
to get past the dress code
, that will have all the boys in class tripping over their own jaws, even though I’m not attracted to any of them? Even the things I truly desire, how will I feel when I attain them? Satisfied?