Why this isn't an existential ,buddhist, nihilistic venture

If I may, for a moment, adopt this idea of bipolarity (one, I must say, which has seemed most fitting as of late) I must then extend it to it's logical conclusion, as one is wont to do, and report that my life is nothing more than a pendulous riccochet between two opposing (but equally compelling) ends of some ginourmous, all encompassing spectrum. Take, for instance, my undertaking. Could there be a better example of dichotomy? Having narrowly escaped the domestic riggeurs, the daily drudgery, the 9-5 world of suits, surreptitious subservience and such strenuously sought after (albeit pitifully modest) success, I experienced what you might call a yang hangover, leading, presumably, to a yin rebound. Right. Thus I was left, quite naturally, with a yen for the road. Having had, always, a tendency to la vie hobo, I feel I must go where no sane cooker of things has gone since the day of the chuck wagon. And even then, that was a damned wagon, I mean really, who ever heard of a chuck chevy?!? The real problem here, though is not one of logistics. I mean, really, when has a logistical problem ever felled a truly great idea? The problem at hand currently is how best to act on an idea so obviously conceived in a time of complete and utter mania when one is knee deep in the self doubt and groundless amotivation that accompanies such a radical swing of emotions. When crossing the street engenders a feeling of dread, how is one supposed to go cross country?
She just does. That's all. She just effin does.

Sometimes it's necessary to do the craziest thing you can think to do, if only to keep yourself sane.