The highs of novelty

My friend says that I'm chasing novelty

I probably am

Is there anything wrong with that?

I seek the highs in life, the high of drunken dancing with friends, the overwhelming calm that comes from appreciating an Irish countryside at night

The highs confuse me because they make the everyday seem less than acceptable, even though in reality, every day can not be exceptional

The highs come with lows

Together these disorder my thoughts and emotions until nothing else matters but the surges of extreme feeling

I ruminate on the feelings in such a way that the highs and lows last much longer than the actual experiences

My thoughts elevate the experiences to new heights that they really may not deserve

And though in some ways I am rationally aware of this, I cannot keep myself from being affected and influenced by the sharp excitements of life, seeking those experiences above all else, as though it is an addiction

I think the problem comes, as with many addictions, when the experiences are too readily available to have

Soon, though, I know that the novelty of these experiences will wear out, and I will be chasing something new

For the moment, though, the yearning for these experiences is overwhelming and crushing all other thoughts and emotions, like beautiful weeds in a garden