Crave: (v) to long for
I am very familiar with three great cravings.
They are not unique to me nor can they be labeled by the simple titles “good and evil.” But I know that all three of these have, do and probably will wiggle their way into my thinking and manifest themselves as desires.
The trouble is, each craving demands that I take on a certain responsibility. Or maybe “responsibility” is over-spoken. It’s actually more like a chore.
1. I crave orgasm.
It feels good. It’s a pleasant burst. There’s just enough unpredictable about it that each encounter possesses uniqueness. It is a few brief seconds when I no longer care that I am human, and I allow all the animal stoked deep inside me to roar.
With this craving comes a chore. It’s called sex. Although we insist that sex is pleasurable, it is actually the orgasm that brings the ecstasy, and to achieve that we go through the practice, interaction, danger and mediocrity of sexual relations with another person.
This certainly is why masturbation is so popular.
2. I crave companionship.
The chore that comes with this particular quest is people.
Yes, unless I plan on having just dogs, cats and miscellaneous domesticated animals surrounding me, unable to carry on conversations, I will have to learn, understand and tolerate the actions of other Homo Sapiens.
The payoff is great, but the process is—well, shall we say, unending.
3. I crave immortality.
The chore with this, if you will, is dealing with God.
There is no evidence that I possess any likelihood of longevity beyond a century without a belief in an eternal home.
God becomes problematic.
He is so loving that He includes fools, religionists, shysters and the most boring theologians ever conjured in a seminary.
In my craving for orgasm, companionship and immortality I must survive the chores of sex, people and God.
There are times when I wonder if it’s worth it.
There are occasions I wish to be free of the entanglements and the conditions brought on in satisfying my cravings.
But usually, a good nap, a meal or allowing my mind to be free of pressure makes me once again a willing participant in the pursuit of what I crave.