à bout de souffle
2008/04/30
If you are lovers in Paris, you forget about the multitude of people around you and just kiss in wild abandon
~ Dr. Antonio Comia
in real life, i love dangerously. lately, i broke into an all-out-hair-pulling-cat-fight with this fact. for a few torturous moments, i forgot who i am-that i fall in love and i like, no love, the feeling of raw, sweet b-Phenylethylamine rushing through my body with the intensity of a hurricane ! i’m dizzy, distracted. i can think of nothing else. scientists know the low levels of serotonin are not surprisingly close to those of OCD ! oh yes, monoamines, i feel you. dopamine. serotonin, adrenalin (being in love with being in love). testosterone. mmmmm…and then oxytocin and vasopressin (optional, of course)
this is not limited to beautiful, french men.. i fall in love with perfume and the authors of books i love. i fall in love with lyrics and words of wit. i fall in love with paris each time i return, leaving me wandering the city in a thick, pink, blissful fog. however, love is fickle and risky. it blindsides you and runs away. it bites. memories of that hurt are not easily , if ever, faded.
but i submit. i am happily falling in love with my quirky endorphin addicted self with a full frontal hug and breathless anticipation to feel it all over again.
side note: i know…weak middle, even weaker ending….i’m in love!
in real life.
2008/04/15
in real life, i am distracted. the list titled “to do” is not the same as the list titled “want to do” . the postman brought me a package yesterday except i didn’t know it had arrived until i was walking out the door to the stanley cup play-off game. when i returned (exhausted from jumping up to cheer for each of the 5 goals we made) i fell asleep trying to read them, managing to get only a few pages of each. now i am on the “to do” list. distracted.” what are the books?” you ask…..
