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[geekchick]

[M]ost of my friends hadn't had a daddy like mine, who said things like, Don't confuse intensity of emotion with quality of emotion, baby, when I'd gotten tangled up with class heartbreaker Tommy Ralston. The more he'd hit on my girlfriends, the harder I'd worked to keep him. It was like I was addicted to whatever made me feel most intensely, even though it was hurting me. (Mac, in Dreamfever by Karen Marie Moning)

*blink* *blink*

It was like I was addicted to whatever made me feel most intensely, even though it was hurting me.

Damn. There's a smack upside the head. Surely didn't expect to get a peek inside my own head like that while reading a paranormal series about fighting Unseelie. [Edit: In particular, there's a situation I find myself in where that sentence above as written is pretty much spot-on what is going on, now that I step back half a step and take a look at it. It is, in many respects, absolutely terrible for me and my mental health, and yet I haven't been able to extract myself from it due to lack of any serious attempt.]

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[datagoddess.livejournal.com]

I think realizing part of this awhile back is why I made choices to stop riding the drama llama. Doesn't always work, but this is worded perfectly as a clue-bat for me :-D