Sitting, being tempted for a moment. Sometimes these thoughts come. Thoughts of going back to things I once relished--thoughts that those things would once again be somehow enjoyable.
The nature of temptation is to lie.
The present vein regards karaoke. Alcohol.
And since I have to endure the temptation, at least momentarily, it seemed well to elaborate on the process, as it seems to go...having only gone a certain extent privately, thus far.
It usually goes as this...
...tempted to think upon what it would be to spend an evening in such dark revelry as once there was. "For fun." Just to go.
And there's a very mild fear which rises up just at that thought, alongside the temptation to do such a thing--fear that I might be able to actually enjoy such depravity as once was the norm.
So, a two fold temptation, from the outset. Temptation to fear, temptation unto depravity.
Because it's not merely an alcoholic beverage that's the temptation, but the entire course of what once comprised many regular nights.
The thing is, though...
