...In Which Anthony Examines the Extreme Ends...

I've been realizing something recently. I tend to throw myself to the extremes--I'm either all about something, or not at all. I'm either overly excited, or just bored. I'm either happy, or sad. And though the swings aren't always extreme in themselves, the ends, the pieces that fit together to make the mosaic of me are made up of the highest highs and the lowest lows.

I need to find middle ground.

The hardest part about my extremeness is that I don't know when I've gone too far. Or at least that's how it feels. I cross lines that I should avoid, or I'll push limits for both myself and the world around me. Not only do I beat the dead horse, but I'll keep on it, trying to make it run even after it's dessicated and turned to dust.

Cue the Billy Joel--Darling I don't know why I go to extremes...