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I am really embarrassed. It turns out that having a crush on Mark Ruffalo is not very interesting. It turns out that women & men all over America are in love with him just as I once was. There are web sites devoted to him. Crazed fans catalog his every move, they know his favorite foods and what he likes to do on the weekends. Apparently he once had a brain tumor and his son's name is Keen. Keen?
I hate being one with the crowd. I hate loving something or someone that everyone else loves, too.
And so, I am resolved to give up Mark Ruffalo. (see below). I won't think about him anymore today, for example.