There are several humors that rule our lives. Despite our free-will there are these things such as jealousy, melancholy, euphoria, and sadness. Though obvious, I'd like to restate that these conditions mix; they mix in beautiful concoctions such as the titillating pain experienced by a slight pressure of a significant others teeth to our lip, a drunken stupor belayed by a slight mix of jealousy and melancholy. Sometimes they arrest our persons and consciousness into tunnel vision.

We see what is real for us despite the actual reality of the situation: Attraction become possession, passion become complacency, pain becomes sexual, relationships become sex, music becomes a drug. Our brains are continually pressedproddedpoked dug into by these "realities of existence" like scalpel on skin. They burrow and squeeze themselves into our soft matter and find places in smiles and laughs and tears and blood and perceived beauty and sleep and love and pain and guesses; that is to say, they find themselves. Pre-wired little electrical impulses suddenly redirected to a point in the brain (unknown to us) that concurrently offers a complementary feeling we become placated to accept as part of a humor not "normal".

Rambling bullshit? Yes. But I'm asking, like a emo high school student, don't immediately discount this. There is something here, and if you haven't realized it by now, you are not the exception. If you based some sort or originality of self on the fact that you get off to someone biting you until you bleed...well you are mentally no different than anyone who finds pleasure from spicy food. I don't mean to discount anything; I'm not attempting to make you feel unoriginal (because you are by default), but trying to help relations between me and you: "How can we be so different?" We aren't. Relate to each other and appreciate the translatable pleasures we all share.