I don't think Pythagoras had this subject in mind all those years ago when he pondered philosophy, but what do you think about the philosophy of getting wild?
Most people live a "married, 2.4 kids, retirement, death" sort of life that's essentially wasted as far as either hedonism or crazy goes, and I see that stuff as a crime against yourself.
I started doing 'normal' but that only lasted until I discovered large motorbikes and rock music, that moving on to a career as a party DJ (expanded to all sorts of entertainment related stuff over the years).
I did all sorts of crazy shit, mostly not coming to much or having any meaning, then settled down to developing a business that took all my time and drained much fun from life.
My many contacts with Chinese girls reignited a wild gene that must have gone dormant, that awakening leading to my first trip to Malaysia.
I had absolutely no clue where that was going to go but it finished up with me buying a house in a small Indonesian village and moving here permanently.
I, like a twit, took a real job and did eight years of being mostly respectable, but that wild gene kicked in again, this time leading me to walk out of work one morning, move house, and move life. I even changed my telephone numbers.
Now it looks as if I'm working again, this time travelling all over Indonesia doing strange, weird, and odd stuff for an NGO.
There's lots of actual serious work involved but I'll be in a new place every week so I can do 'wild' and still hold down a respectable job.
Anyway, I digress, what do you think of a wild life, is it something you wish you'd done, or do you feel you're too old to up sticks and retire to Vietnam or where ever?
Other than that, do you have to be as mad as a spoon to do wild stuff like disappear from normal and move to crazy?