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Dear Diary,

This might come as a shock, but contortion isn't all that fun. The first time I was able to put my arm over my ankle and pull it down my back, it was extremely fun and memorable. Contortion is rewarding for those who want to fold up like most people can't, just like working hard to make money is rewarding for those who want to live in a mansion.

But what happens when you finally get the mansion? You live in it for a little while, and decide that it's boring and you want to buy another more interesting mansion...because you can. That would sound totally, absurdly greedy and unnecessary to most, middle-class citizens because they are used to fantasizing over living in a better house with better maintenance with a better view. I guess it's part of human nature for us to think of our posessions as 'not enough' and in turn make us crave something different--something better.

I've reached my limits. I can put my legs all the way behind my back, I can do a triplefold that utilizes the full potential of the human spine, and I've been doing those things over and over. Sitting in the same triplefold-lotus position on my bed reading books all day, making rhythmic gymnasts jealous of my 360-degree oversplits, it's all just old news to me now. There's no tension, no challenge, and no point in trying to push myself any further when my skeletal structure won't let me.

So, if you're wondering why I'm not more happy while I'm sitting on my own back, it's because there's no more value to it. There is simply no such thing as an endlessly-entertaining piece of media, or circus show, or physical activity. Anything, and everything can, and will lose its charm at one point or another.
Maybe I should try bodybuilding.

Description
Dear Diary,

This might come as a shock, but contortion isn't all that fun. The first time I was able to put my arm over my ankle and pull it down my back, it was extremely fun and memorable. Contortion is rewarding for those who want to fold up like most people can't, just like working hard to make money is rewarding for those who want to live in a mansion.

But what happens when you finally get the mansion? You live in it for a little while, and decide that it's boring and you want to buy another more interesting mansion...because you can. That would sound totally, absurdly greedy and unnecessary to most, middle-class citizens because they are used to fantasizing over living in a better house with better maintenance with a better view. I guess it's part of human nature for us to think of our posessions as 'not enough' and in turn make us crave something different--something better.

I've reached my limits. I can put my legs all the way behind my back, I can do a triplefold that utilizes the full potential of the human spine, and I've been doing those things over and over. Sitting in the same triplefold-lotus position on my bed reading books all day, making rhythmic gymnasts jealous of my 360-degree oversplits, it's all just old news to me now. There's no tension, no challenge, and no point in trying to push myself any further when my skeletal structure won't let me.

So, if you're wondering why I'm not more happy while I'm sitting on my own back, it's because there's no more value to it. There is simply no such thing as an endlessly-entertaining piece of media, or circus show, or physical activity. Anything, and everything can, and will lose its charm at one point or another.
Maybe I should try bodybuilding.