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I figure with my own strange desire at the front of my mind constantly lately, I would make a thread specifically for discussing our strange desires.

I've been considering for some time now simply running away to Europe to live in a tent and travel the continent. It occurs to me that I would be able to get a lot of deep soul-searching done in this way that I cannot otherwise accomplish here in Canada, specifically in Barrie, but more specifically, living in a nice, warm house and constantly surrounded by drama.
It also occurs to me that, in this way, one can become very lonely, and that a companion may be in order, in order for me to retain my ability to communicate on any normal level socially. So in many ways, I'm on the look out for a companion who would not be adverse to packing up a few things and hopping on a plane with me to somewhere random in Europe with a few thousand dollars saved up, and roaming the Old World in a tent, probably mainly by train, and exploring everything there is to explore.
Of course, this isn't something I would suggest unless the person in question is at least half as crazy as I am. But in that regard, they would have to be crazy in many of the same ways, and be able to tolerate comfortable silence's, and my random bad moods in which I don't wish to speak to anyone, whether I like them or not. And my bouts of creativity which leave me doing nothing but working on art or writing for hours at a time. And it occurs to me that after a while we may be smelly due to not being able to bathe regularly. But as long as we know where our towels are, and we can find rivers, that shouldn't be too big a problem. Especially if we stick to the warmer parts of the Old World during winter months, and then the less warm parts in the summer months.

But enough about my strange desire. What are your strange desires? What do you have the urge to do, but even you look at yourself and say "wow, that's just really weird..."?

Not all writing.

Jokes aside, I have some very strange desires.

Lately, I've been wishing I could be crazy. Just bugshit crazy, with no real awareness of the real world, or a very distorted awareness. I think it would be liberating.

Because when I say "work on art" I mean draw a picture, sculpt something, carve something. Not everything I write is artistic. In fact, some of the stuff I write that people think is artistic, shouldn't be thought of that way. ^^;

Thanks for sharing, guys.