Cold Turkey

Last night my roomate announced... "I really need to have sex...and I'm craving chocolate". I nodded and replied... "me too".

Sex and chocolate had indeed been on my mind, and not in that order.

After our conversation, I started to think about cravings in general.

I unfortunately live near Times Square, and am constantly stimulated by lights, people, noise...with this incessant pollution, I often find myself numb, and not really seeing, hearing, or feeling my surroundings. Without acknowledging my surroundings I find myself seeking sensory satisfaction elsewhere. In food, an I-Pod, intimacy-if there was any to have....

New Yorkers experience too much, too often, and too quickly. Our senses are overwhelmed by noise, other people, smells, and yet my mind doesn't seem to absorb much. And that's when my cravings creep up. It's as if I'm starved, needing genuine satisfation. Perhaps that's why New Yorker's are considered impatient people...because we are starved for a real connection between our mind and senses...and we need instant gratification...a cab now, coffee now, the train now.

One craving always seems to outweigh another. And that craving triggers the others. Everyday, I encounter dozens of strangers while walking to work, waiting in line, and yet I seldom make a connection. I suppose I'm craving intimacy most of all...a connection... simply a conversation with someone outside of my circle of friends and co-workers.

The abscence of intimacy....sex even...has led me to crave distractions in general. Maybe an autumn fling is in order.