For the first time in a long time, I'm on the verge of excess, feeling reckless enough to afford the most unnecessary of emotional luxuries. Is there anything to be said for actively whipping up an infatuation? Of all the silly things to waste your emotional capital on, it's the equivalent of buying anything from williams and sonoma. A sign that all other emotional needs are met. Still, the vulnerability of having a crush--a most risky venture. What is it about having excess that makes us want to gamble? Even though the house has literally always won, I walk into the casino confidently. Odds be damned, I just want the thrill, not the jackpot.
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