Ever since my first time clicking to 10, I experienced an insane dopamine rush, a sensation that has been etched in my memory and very fiber of being like my own D.N.A. It was as if I had unlocked a hidden chamber in my brain, and opened my third eye, flooding my neurons with an intoxicating cocktail of excitement and satisfaction. The rush was so intense that I found myself compulsively seeking it out, clicking to 10 with an unrelenting fervor that bordered on obsession.

At first, I thought it was just a novelty, a fleeting thrill that would wear off with time. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I realized that I had stumbled upon something much more profound. The dopamine rush had become an integral part of my daily routine, a ritual that I performed with the precision of a surgeon and the zeal of a convert.

I began to notice subtle changes in my behavior, too. I was more confident, more outgoing, more willing to take risks. The dopamine rush had given me a sense of agency, a feeling that I was in control of my life, that I could conquer any challenge that came my way. I started taking on new projects at work (selling vapes to kids), volunteering for tasks that would have previously intimidated me (charging double). I even started a side hustle(working at a actual job.. ugh i know..), turning my passion for clicking into a lucrative business.

But as the months turned into years, I began to realize that my reliance on the dopamine rush was not without its costs. I found myself sacrificing sleep, relationships, and even my physical health in pursuit of the next fix. I would stay up late into the night, clicking to 10 with a ferocity that bordered on insanity and enlightenment, ignoring the pleas of my loved ones to take a break, to slow down, to stop.

And yet, I couldn't stop. The rush had become an integral part of my identity, a defining characteristic that I couldn't imagine living without. I had become a clicking addict, always chasing the next high 10, never content to simply be stuck at 9.