Life's more spaishee when you're a spaishee addict
"Spaishee" organically came to mind one day when I overheard a man tell the waitress at a Thai cafe whether he would like his dish spicy or non-spicy. He replied, "Spaishee," and the waitress politely corrected him, "Sir, I think you meant to say "Spai-Cee." At this well intentioned remark, the man turned to the lady and said, "Yes, I am well aware of that. But you see, I am a spice addict, and I am also a love addict. Eating a spicy dish is like loving a woman--they both makes you sweat, tear up, and hurt, but damn is it worth it. Even when I tell myself that it's bad for me, I keep on coming back for more because it excites and thrills me. So you see, the spice is so valuable to me, it deserves to be called a She."
This altruism inspired me to write about addictions, some lived personally and others lived vicariously. My attractions broaden as I go about this life, often times with a direction just so I can deliberately detour. It's in those adventures and misadventures that I stumble upon fascination and awe. I must disclose that by falling in love you run the risk of a heartache, by living with a wanderlust heart you may be faced with the unknown, and by getting lost in the adventure you may bear the burden of loneliness. Yet these wayward people wouldn't have it any other way. Given the choice of going the straight and narrow or traversing the winding path of the unknown, time and again, they'll choose the latter, and so will I.