There are other times when I feel a rather gnawing sense of passion about everything around me. I want to taste the thoughts in the air and roll in the colors of the world around me. I desire for every sensation and texture that I can feel with every skin cell in my body. I want to ooze through every person in a way that would allow every atom of my being to touch every atom of every other being that exist in the universe.
Then there are times when I desire nothing but solitude and detachment. I wish nothing more than to cover myself with a blanket and feel nothing of the world around me. Should I be in that blanket, hiding, I should find it a courtesy if someone could cover me with soil and dirt and perhaps roughly the amount of matter that there is between here and the earth's core so that none should bother me while I enjoy my need to separate from the universe.
Of course, I feel I am not alone when I explain that I randomly have those moments when I want to smash the hell out of every face I come across just to destroy. There is a rage inside that drives me to wish every person I see to bleed and suffer as I tensely wait for release of the hatred I feel for every creature that exists. Nothing would make me feel better in those moments like the bludgeoning of a skull with my bare fist.
But mostly I just need some personal time, a little porn, and some quiet to enjoy it before I have to deal with the idiots that I have to deal with every day. Then all is okay.