Hopelessly Addicted

I'm a chronic crusher, as in I pretty much stumble my way like some wobbly drunk from crush to crush, with brief breathers in between. The thing is, this happens even WHEN I'm in a satisfying relationship. For a while, I thought it was simply due to dissatisfaction with the individuals I was with. But clearly that's not so much the case. And yet, I plow my way through crushes like they were donuts. Vegan donuts of course, but big fatty unhealthy (but fucking great-tasting) donuts.

And for some reason it makes me feel shitty. Funny thing is, I think it bothers me more than it does the fella I'm dating, and yet it DOES bother me.

I speculate that the reason I am such a crush-whore is that I am one of those folks who is always thirsting for new things, fresh things, exciting things, inspiring things in order to keep my head above the waves of boredom and monotony. I think I'm a bit of an addict to those feelings of smittenness, and I KNOW I'm a whore to daydreaming. So I think crushes feed both these arenas. They give me somewhere for my mind to wander off. And they recharge me with those initial stupid heart-fluttery feelings that come when you've got a thing for someone.

But my question is this, fair readers, is it just me? Do I have some bizarre crush-addiction? Or are some of you on the same wave-length as me? What what? A little bit of intellectual crush-philosophizing would be much appreciated so.......

GO!

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