My brain works like this.

I hang around good things... I want to jump in and join

(except when I don't want to)

I hang around cesspools... I want to jump in and join

(except when i don't want to)

If I jump in with the former, I'm good.

If I jump in with latter, I'm drowning in filth.

But the point is -- no matter where I am -- sometimes I want to jump in.

Which means

I've GOT TO STAY THE F(CK AWAY from cesspools.

The mystery of why I like to jump in to some things some times isn't one I have to figure out. I think maybe I sometimes tell myself it is a mystery I need to figure out just as a clever way of keeping me in jeopardy.

I hope you steer clear, jokersgirl. I need fellow travellers like you.