Glutton for punishment

There are folks who are “unlucky in love” — for whom romantic involvements involve going from failed relationship to failed relationship.
It occurs to me I might have some insight into that now — because I am “unlucky in Pick-Up Group.”
Today’s example was yet another PUG in the Hollows with Lynn. Utter disaster. The mobs were conning too high, but that didn’t stop us from going into the breach — complete with an idiot blaster sniping targets in the middle of the massive mobs of trolls.
Three deaths. Yikes.
Finally quit off to the hospital.
Went back to Steel. Managed to kill myself again.
Wandered back from the hospital. Got a tell from one of the guys from the PUG. Felt sympathetic. Should have known better. Teamed. It was the idiot blaster. Who then proceeded to spend all of his time (a) in a store, and (b) afk.
So I dropped the team and sneaked away, then headed onward.
Erased a pip of the debt by the time I was through, but … yeesh.
Perhaps an intervention is in order.
Why do I do it? Because, there have been times, in the past, when I’ve gotten involved in PUGs that were simply faboo. Great times. Great XP. Success after success after success. Play time for as long as I could, levelment and merriment.
It’s the memories of those rare — but real — experiences that keep me coming back over and over again.
Even if I keep having disastrous love affairs PUGs as a result.
Though I did have an earlier good adventure with Lynn that made up for it a bit.