That’s the way it’s been since protozoa
I love my mother.
Last night, she is commenting on the difference between love and a crush—and up to this point, you must bear in mind, she has been speaking in strictly real-world terms, illustrated occasionally with anecdotes from her life in high school. And then: "But there's that obsessive quality to a crush. Because all you can see is the nymph. And then you move in with the nymph and she turns you into a tree."
Something must be done with this.
Last night, she is commenting on the difference between love and a crush—and up to this point, you must bear in mind, she has been speaking in strictly real-world terms, illustrated occasionally with anecdotes from her life in high school. And then: "But there's that obsessive quality to a crush. Because all you can see is the nymph. And then you move in with the nymph and she turns you into a tree."
Something must be done with this.

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Are crushes really thought of so negatively? Mine, once I was able to experience mutual shared love have been generally very pleasant and fun. When I worked, briefly as a temp for ING, there was a young lady not too far from my cube whom I dubbed "Lovely Coworker" and for whom I nurtured a secret office crush for about two months, smiling and nodding, maybe daring a hello as we passed one another, until I had to work with her, at which point I learned her name was Jen and that she was a fairly nice, grounded person, decent to work with, and that I liked her, but had no actual romantic interest in her. Right before I went to work there, a year's realtionship had just ended for me and the crush was a big part of my recovery, so I am quite grateful to Lovely Coworker Jen for being the object of my obviously unrequited affection.
I guess my point is that crushes can be wonderful, when you expect nothing from them.
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So I would say that the danger sign of an unhealthy crush is when the person with the crush insists on calling it love and thereby insists that it is "more" than a crush. Hence the wisdom of the original anecdote; it's easy to get turned into a tree if you aren't careful.
(Cue the Lumberjack Song here....)