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Now, I know for a lot of people, those heady, obsessive, "Whee!" intense feelings of attraction and need that mark the start of romantic involvement are a thing that a good part of humanity seeks out, hopes for, and revels in.

I get that.

But uh, it feels like shit to me. Like an addictive, bad drug that punches holes in my well being.

And the net effect is generally that I inevitably break free from the relationship and flee at some point, hurting both myself and the other person.

Not good.