Why we do the things we do?

Who the hell knows why we do the dumb shit that we do? We tell ourselves that this is what we want to do so much so that we get to a point where we dont know if its just something that we've feed ourselves or if its the real thing. Infatuation or infatuation?

At some point in our lives all of the dumb things that we do become dumb to us, because of course while we're doing them they're never dumb not even a little. I ask myself how do I allow myself to become wrapped up in the hype and I have no answer but that I'm not impervious to his non-existent charm. It's like if everyother girl is smitten why not me? I thought I wasn't but sadly I am. I tell my self that I go back because I want to and that I can quit whenever I want to but no I am just as bad as the rest. It's like I'm under a spell or hypnotized. It's an addiction I say I can quit whenever I feel like it but truth be told i'm an addict and I need a fix.