Disclaimer: The following may have sexually-suggestive contents. Anyway, read it at your own risk.
I’m currently on a crazy quest to find and achieve the orgasmic life (Go ahead and call me a pervert for all I care). Now in case you’re asking why this life, when almost everyone is after the comfortable kind? I’ve got two reasons for that:
1. The “comfortable” psyche bores me. Sure, being the laid-back person that I am, I’d like to live my life as stress-free and as “drama-less” as possible. But also life, in my definition, says comfort and dullness is like a cocktail drink with a bad aftertaste. And I don’t like something like that poured over on my glass.
2. It has always been my intention from the very beginning to live an interesting life. As obvious as it can be.
This all started when I first set foot in the walled halls of the School of Design and Arts in 2005. I immersed myself into a world where a fraction of this country’s society truly appreciates their output and insight. I don’t mean to sound egotistic when I say this—I only say what I see and hear, that and nothing else. I’m hoping all this would change in the not-so-distant future. Moving on…
One Friday afternoon after I’ve had my training for fencing, I bought a big cup of noodles for lunch (we don’t usually eat anything before we rev up, because the extra weight takes a huge toll on our joints) and as I was about to enjoy my seemingly simple, yet-king-sized meal, both my teammates and some of my friends from the debate society started to criticize on the contents of my food, as the package was simple (I could still remember how their “entranced” looks were vividly well, after the steam and aroma came out as soon as I opened the lid).
From then on, it was aliased as “orgasmic noodles”, because there was no dull moment in eating it (apparently they tried it out afterwards). Stupid as it may sound, the experience left them on the climax from the first to last noodle (or sip, in whatever way they like it). For a moment it left 7-11 out of stock of that particular food item, which kind of left me a mixed feeling of content and irritation—because the elite-like people around me were able to appreciate the simple and unforgettable experience in a cup, so much that I couldn’t buy one for myself.
Jumping now to the present, the very familiar and satisfying feeling reincarnated from a simple form of cup noodles to a plastic platter of Greek cuisine. Regardless of how you eat it and which part to start on, it’ll definitely leave you in pure and unadulterated satisfaction. Yes, the food they serve at that corner of Glorietta is also orgasmic.
Thus I have a theory: what if we could live our lives as one, big and long orgasm (multiple times can be an option)? Reality speaks in a lustful way that all our lives we humped, thrusted and performed every position in the book that’s being asked of us (I’m not talking solely about sex here, so keep on thinking out-of-the-box will ya?). And sure it is directed to whoever’s gain with a “wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am/Stan” twist.
And we’re left with what? An awfully-familiar hung-up-and-so-dissatisfied feeling that stings you so bad, you wished you didn’t have that in the first place. What if we do or add something in our activities, that at the end of the day, that no matter how long or hard we hump and thrust the satisfaction is and will always be there? I’m sorry for being vague here for I’m only in the position to speak for my own viewpoint. But I hope I was able to relay my idea.
The very reason why I chose food, and not sex among anything else because for one I don’t want to cite the obvious. On an introspective manner, we all have our own personal desires, each has a particular fashion unique to its own. And since I enjoy dining, experiencing something that is so unexpected and exciting brings out an insightfully-different and far-out version of myself. And I’m willing to (figuratively) jump cliffs and scale mountains to attain this larger-than-life adventure. I’ll let you know how far I’ve gone on this.
So I end this short and weekly blog entry with a lustful question…you don’t have to respond, but it would be nice if you share me your thoughts.
What tickles your fancies, and would you chase it so bad to make you come?
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