It’s actually quite exhausting living on the edge

As everybody’s standby shortcut for something polarizing.

The handy synonym on everyone’s lips – well, not everybody’s –

For the concentrated extract of heaven or hell that comes in one little jar.

I’m sick of being bipolar, exiled beyond the comfort of the average.

Being permanently in the top and bottom quartile of every choice gets you down.

To be loved and hated in equal measure is quite confusing to your long-term Wellbeing.

Can you imagine, friend, being at once the toast of the morning and its pits?

I’m just a little jaded – out of sorts, you understand,

And need to take a holiday somewhere medium and bland.