Why are people drawn towards the things that hurt them? Like Sleeping Beauty to the spindle, we devote endless hours to watching movies that terrify us or reading books that make us cry ourselves to sleep. When I get stressed I dig my fingernails into the palm of my hand until I realize what I’m doing and release them to find I’ve left bright red welts, just shy of drawing blood. And this calms me. Maybe humans are all masochists, to some extent. Maybe that’s why we all want the people who are worst…
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