You ever get the feeling as soon as your life is going well that it's time to derail the bitch?
I do all the damn time. I'm happy, something is wrong. I have structure and balance in my life? Fuck that, it's chaos time.
Do the drugs. Fuck the random guy, no wait, fuck your boss. Have the drink and another. Start the fight for no reason.
A pattern develops. One that is self destructive, one that shows I am broken somehow. I get restless, bored, ready to pursue some new challenge. The status quo, even if self created, has to constantly turn over, constantly be in a state of flux. Otherwise, I am not really satisfied.
I am an agent of chaos.