For some reason, every good time is like getting drunk for me. Being intoxicated by the fun is amazing, but there is always a hangover waiting, looming behind the passing of some time.

Whenever I enjoy myself, it is always counterbalanced by some random pain soon after.

So I never get to just chill out endlessly in bliss.

It always ends.

And then the pain returns. Maybe not exactly the same pain as the last time, but there will be pain. For sure.

I am grateful for this cycle of pain and pleasure.

I have already grown used to the pain. And just like you can get used to the pain, which will dull it, you can also get used to the pleasures, which will also render them less perceptible.

So since the fun always ends soon enough, I won’t get used to it.

And it will feel like the best fun I ever had, every single time.