I have discussed said void before in posts, it is the ever present, ever sucking hole inside of me that I cannot determine. It is the restlessness, the procrastination, the goal that is always planned but not quite begun, the decision that teeters on the edge of my mind, the identity dancing just out of my reach, the achievement mocking me from the corner of the room. It is emptiness, dissatisfaction, waiting, sadness, anxiety and hedonism.
There are a few things that hit it right in the centre. They don’t cause it to disappear, it is still there, but they fill it and numb it. I still feel it, but I feel the fullness of it and there is a release. Those things are:
Being drunk
Having a cigarette
Getting a tattoo
Getting spanked
Orgasms
It is a physical feeling of fullness and the release is sweet, but fleeting.
There are however, two things I have encountered in life that have made the void disappear:
Doing a truly spontaneous exciting thing
The excitement of the build up to a first kiss, if it takes weeks or months, even better.
These things make the void disappear completely, and for those moments I am whole. I am alive, truly living in the present. I get a similar, if not quite as satisfactory, feeling when looking at something new and being independent on my own on a sunny day.
But how feasible is it to bounce between these things in order to try and feel alive? I have spent my twenties (and latter part of my teenage years) partying, doing these very things in a constant stream, in order to try and feel alive and plug up the inevitable consuming void inside. I cannot carry on like this. My body is starting to show signs of wear and tear form the years of partying, my mind haunted by some of the things I have done.
I read about people who discover meditation and yoga and green juice and fill that hole, but I don’t think that is going to work for me. I have tried it.
I need to find a way of plugging the hole, otherwise, if I carry on like this, it is eventually going to suck me down with it.
Am I A Grown Up Yet? 
We’re just stories. That is all. The stories we tell ourselves about ourselves. Whatever you think works, works. For the reasons you can come up with. Sounds silly, sounds almost impossible, but it’s not. And if you pay attention to the stories you tell yourself, you can figure out why you do what you do and why it has the effect that it has.
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