Here’s your ONE drop:
It’s not your phone. It’s not sugar. It’s revenge.
Not the dramatic kind. I’m talking about the quiet, everyday hits.
The mental replay when someone cuts you off. The perfect comeback you think of three hours too late. The satisfying fantasy of a difficult client finally getting what they “deserve.”
Turns out, revenge lights up the brain like cocaine.
Same dopamine. Same anticipation. Same crash. Same craving for another hit.
Your brain doesn’t care if the revenge is real or imagined. Just thinking about it floods you with feel-good chemicals (fantastic use of mental bandwidth).
The problem is, the high doesn’t last. So you go back for more.
I catch myself doing this sometimes. Not plotting harm, just indulging in the idea of justice. Replaying scenarios where I win. Where they lose. Where everyone finally realizes I was right all along.
But each mental victory is a little less satisfying than the last. And eventually, you’re just stuck in the loop, getting high off your own frustration.
Revenge doesn’t set you free. It just keeps you hooked.
Something to notice.
// Ann