Possessed by Gooning
There’s something so deliciously wrong about the moment you realize you’ve gone too far to snap yourself out of it. Heavy eyes locked on the screen, hours disappearing without you noticing, that hot little rush hitting your brain every time you give it exactly what it’s been begging for. You keep feeding the feeling until everything around you goes dull and all that matters is staying right there in that filthy, blissed-out headspace. At this point, gooning doesn’t feel like something you choose anymore. It follows you around, crawls back into your thoughts, makes you restless when you’ve gone too long without feeding it. You’ve indulged that craving so many times it practically knows how to control you all by itself. Possessed might be dramatic… but what else would you call a gooner who keeps surrendering the second that delicious urge comes crawling back?