My friends joke about my "abusive" relationship with "Jim". I visit Jim almost every night, and come back hurting everywhere, but glowing and proud of the time we shared together. They ask me why I seek out this pain, why I would do something like *that* to myself, and why I keep coming back for more. Is it the endorphins? A financial obligation (no, actually, I pay Jim quite a bit for those services) I smile, they don't understand. Do you? |