insatiable appetite for aesthetics.
You know what my problem is? There is way too much beauty in this world for me to ever be content. This thought crossed my mind when I was sitting on the toilet about seven minutes ago pondering different eye positions to draw to convey various emotions. I realized I never finish my drawings, paintings and designs because there's always something more beautiful to capture. Even my new favorite boots are strangely dissatisfying, seeing as how immediately after I ordered them, I went right back to browsing online for the next perfect piece of footwear and have been doing so every day. Too many stunning women in this world to ever be secure with my own looks, too many great fabrics and plays on black and textures and designs for me to never have to stand before my closet and think, "I don't have anything to wear today," and too many attractive men for me to ever want to stop showing off in front of. It's a deadly cycle that fuels my thirst for spending, achieving bigger, better and more beautiful things. I'm not quite sure yet if this is a good or bad thing. Good for stimulating the economy? Maybe good if I channeled this dangerous addiction to actually being more creative and crafty, blending my artwork and clothing? Who am I kidding? I will never have the patience, or courage, to experiment with DIY-wear. I'd say this is a bad thing. I will never finish a painting. Nor will I ever go a week without tiring of my "new favorite somethings."