I have this very real problem where I find something. It could be a song a scent a place a story a poem a book a movie a character in either and I become completely and totally transfixed by it. I can’t get enough of it. I’m thankful this hasn’t happened with a person. I mean a real live person. No, there was one. That ended happily for the most part. But it drives me crazy! How is it I was lucky enough to inherit this crazy addictive personality? I suppose it could be worse I am able after sometime to pull myself out of the crazy but I had always thought it was something I would grow out of eventually yet here I am with the same damn problem. Am I that easily influenced that I can’t let go of this. Or is it that I can’t seem to find a place in reality that’s intriguing enough to keep my interests peeked.


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