Cut me some slack.
I cannot make it stop.
I wouldn't if I could because I enjoy it even though it's most unseemly.
It's like hurricane driven waves washing over me if I try to stop it from escaping. Hurculean waves of sparkly, happy feel good that almost sweep me away. The sensation is stunning. I try to stand still in the tempest of it and just enjoy without drowning any innocent bystanders. You may still want to brace yourself and grab a flotation device if you are ever in the path. Just in case.
I often think it involves all of humanity when it's happening because I look at everyone more kindly. I generally like everyone but this is different. It's so intense it becomes nearly impossible not to squeeze even absolute strangers in an enthusiastic hug and pepper them with kisses. I want to spin in circles and laugh until I'm breathless. I want to dance. Right where I am. Arms in the air, singing at the top of my lungs making a spectacle of myself!
Then, of course, someone has to come along and wreck it. Usually some ill mannered piece of work who has a sick desire to test my patience. I have not developed the skills necessary to tolerate asscrackers for very long, let alone flood them with happiness. At least not without effort. Sometimes I blast happiness at crabby, grumbly people for my own amusement. But that's not love and it doesn't count. It's really kind of mean.
After such an unfortunate busting of my love bubble and an urge to slap said person in the forehead repeatedly, I continue on. My happiness dimmed just momentarily. My frolicsome nature and sense of well being return in no time. Then the ginormous love wave starts building once again until it's so big, it threatens to send me out into the world looking for someone to share it with.
I love you. Hold on.
I cannot make it stop.
I wouldn't if I could because I enjoy it even though it's most unseemly.
It's like hurricane driven waves washing over me if I try to stop it from escaping. Hurculean waves of sparkly, happy feel good that almost sweep me away. The sensation is stunning. I try to stand still in the tempest of it and just enjoy without drowning any innocent bystanders. You may still want to brace yourself and grab a flotation device if you are ever in the path. Just in case.
I often think it involves all of humanity when it's happening because I look at everyone more kindly. I generally like everyone but this is different. It's so intense it becomes nearly impossible not to squeeze even absolute strangers in an enthusiastic hug and pepper them with kisses. I want to spin in circles and laugh until I'm breathless. I want to dance. Right where I am. Arms in the air, singing at the top of my lungs making a spectacle of myself!
Then, of course, someone has to come along and wreck it. Usually some ill mannered piece of work who has a sick desire to test my patience. I have not developed the skills necessary to tolerate asscrackers for very long, let alone flood them with happiness. At least not without effort. Sometimes I blast happiness at crabby, grumbly people for my own amusement. But that's not love and it doesn't count. It's really kind of mean.
After such an unfortunate busting of my love bubble and an urge to slap said person in the forehead repeatedly, I continue on. My happiness dimmed just momentarily. My frolicsome nature and sense of well being return in no time. Then the ginormous love wave starts building once again until it's so big, it threatens to send me out into the world looking for someone to share it with.
I love you. Hold on.
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