You know that part where you are afraid to even touch someone because the electricity between might burn your fingertips? When you have to kiss someone or puke on his shoes because you are so nervous? Oh yeah, that's the Good Shit. How do we ever cross those lines, from not touching to touching? It's the same feeling as when you are about to jump off a high dive, give a long speech. Only way better. I tend to make the first move not because I am gutsy, but because if I don't do something I feel like a mean bout of Tourette's Syndrome might set in suddenly. Kiss me, fucker!
Now, I'm not saying anything, I'm just saying it's fun. My realist/pessimist side is strong, so please spare any warnings and just know I have already taken care of all the doubting.
It's really too bad all this oxytocin and adrenalin can't last forever. Of course, scientist say that prolonged exposure (ie. feeling this way all the time) would cause the body to shut down or have a stroke, but that is a risk I would be willing to take. In checking my spelling just now, I learned that oxytocin is Greek for "quick birth." I like that.
"I do want to get married. It just sounds great. You get to go grocery shopping together, rent videos, and the kissing and the hugging and the kissing and the hugging under the cozy covers! Mmmm! But sometimes, I worry that I don't want to get married as much as I want to get dipped in a vat of warm, rising bread dough. Yeah, that might feel pretty good, too." - Maria Bamford
1 comment:
yay! you started a blog too! now we can be emo and write about our feelings on the webbernet together!!
love you...almost as much as bread dough on my skin
-nuts
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