Then she finds herself behaving badly. She is moody, takes it out on good people. She finds them tedious. Not the good people as a whole, but the things that happen with the good guys, boyfriend, good friends.
And finds interaction with bad guys is driven by energy from somewhere unknown. Compelling, easy. It doesnt really make sense, it is not as if she is breaking with the good people and hooking up with the bad ones. But, for example, casual conversation with the bitches whom she recently denounced turns into long spells. She finds long facebook posts between herself and weird guys who pretend they cant spell.
The good guys arent having any of this. She is reminded of how good she has it with the good people and how bad the baddies are. And especially how senseless her behaviour is becoming.
She cannot really sustain the foray into badlands. It is not a sustainable thing, to have a viable existence one has to be good with the good guys.
While she doesnt realise this, the drama of straying (just a bit, really) also provides energy. She thinks about it, repents and makes up with the good guys.
