Well, where to begin with this one! I've not been privy to philosophical fiction as profoundly as this, but ultimately this is where I want to be! A Picture of Dorian Gray has so many parallels to contemporary culture it's simply beautiful, and how I wish I could have lived, or at least visited, times a century ago.
I do believe many people imagine a perfect life being one where they can go out to raves ever night and have lots of sex and partake in every narcotic imaginable all to the obnoxious tunes of dubstep music. Not my ideal life, though I'll freely admit I've always been a little curious. Such an extreme example of living is not without long-term risks, however, as Dorian Gray soon proves to us. Hedonism is a powerful quantifier, as you indulge your senses more and more, these sensations become increasingly pale and worthless, thus requiring greater measures of excess be found. Eventually the hedonist will become an insatiable waste of flesh and abmentality and all vestiges of sanity erased.
There is my reason for not indulging such lifestyles. Well, that and my sheer hatred for pontificating egos, which hedonists naturally have. I often find myself subduing my inner monstrosity in order to keep myself from doing something that would otherwise be dangerous. Maybe that's why I seem like such an outsider and an observer of events. I've always been one of those.
