I understand the fear of not being able to walk away from something that is highly pleasurable. We all know bitches be crazy, and these BPD chicks are EXTRA. That's the challenge. That's the internal struggle. When is enough enough? How many chicks don't know when to push away from the table...to put down that quart of Haagen Dazs BEFORE they finish the whole thing? Next thing you know, they're fat. Some pretty intelligent criminals have gotten caught because they didn't know when to stop. Hmmm...lemme do ONE more illegal trade. Lemme pull ONE more job, then I'm done. That serial killer can't stop, and continues until he slips up and leaves that ONE little clue that gets him caught. It's natural that you'll be drawn to continue something that gives you joy, or some sort of rush. You gotta be DeNiro in "Heat." You gotta be able to walk away when you feel the heat coming around the corner.
"The best kind of pride is that which compels a man to do his best when no one is watching."