If it’s not all-consuming, I’m not interested (healthyhealthyhealthysohealthy!). I don’t want to see you tonight and then again in four days with intermittent texting; I want to go to bed for four days. I want to call in sick to work. I don’t want you to like me; I want you to feel like you can’t believe I exist and now you can’t live without me. This, for me, is the high, way better than any drink or drug or yoga or eating or not eating or cigarettes or any of the things I do to feel slightly different than the baseline for a few minutes.
