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BobG
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Well, falling in love can result in a person wandering around like a zombie - just a happy zombie.
There are less pleasant forms of madness. When you are very young, you won't appreciate the previous sentence.BobG said:Well, falling in love can result in a person wandering around like a zombie - just a happy zombie.
ocan said::!) As a person that is currently in love i describe love as: missing that special person everyday, wanting to be with him constantly, constantly thinking about him throughout the day, having a smile from ear to ear when i receive a text message or call from him, willing to do anything for that him (not always a good side effect of love), texting with him all day everday, loving the cologne that he wears, making plans for the future with him, wanting and trying to be the best possible person and lover for him, looking your best for him, never wanting to see him unhappy sad or upset, loving all the little things he does for me, the first person i think about when waking up in the morning. =D
TubbaBlubba said:It feels like anxiety, except it doesn't make me suicidal.
cronxeh said:Oh for crying out loud
TubbaBlubba said:What? That's the best way I can describe it.
cronxeh said:Its the adrenaline that's giving you he butterflies, anxiety, fear, excitement, and heart racing. You then follow up with a dopamine spike (pleasure), serotonin spike (fantasy), and reinforce with oxytocin and vasopressin after sex. You feel all pumped and reenergized, like a nice little Darwinian-Pavlov poodle.
Sex and love are a delusion created by your brain in order to justify its own existence and get high.
TubbaBlubba said:This sounds reasonable. But hey, it feels good. Sometimes. And feeling good is good enough for me.
TubbaBlubba said:This sounds reasonable. But hey, it feels good. Sometimes. And feeling good is good enough for me.
Well you just keep your harpoon in your bandanna!BobG said:Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
cronxeh said:Its the adrenaline that's giving you the butterflies, anxiety, fear, excitement, and heart racing. You then follow up with a dopamine spike (pleasure), serotonin spike (fantasy), and reinforce with oxytocin and vasopressin after sex. You feel all pumped and reenergized, like a nice little Darwinian-Pavlov poodle.
Sex and love are a delusion created by your brain in order to justify its own existence and get high. And it all started with a damned kiss, when your brain analyzed the MHC in saliva and concluded that it wants variety in genetic offspring.
HeLiXe said:OK Cronxeh...come back to the matrix with the rest of us...
Astronuc said:In about 2 months (may be 6-7 weeks), it will be the 30th anniversary of meeting my wife. We didn't start dating for about 7 months (we went to different universities 90 miles apart), but we keep running into each other at various gatherings of friends. After 7 months, during spring break (1981), I asked her out, and we've been together ever since.
Astronuc said:In about 2 months (may be 6-7 weeks), it will be the 30th anniversary of meeting my wife. We didn't start dating for about 7 months (we went to different universities 90 miles apart), but we keep running into each other at various gatherings of friends. After 7 months, during spring break (1981), I asked her out, and we've been together ever since.
It's OK - she doesn't remember it. I usually remind her.cronxeh said:Now imagine if you forgot about that anniversary? :rofl:
HeLiXe said:Awwwwww <3 This is so cute! *daydreams*
Artman has been married two weeks longer than me. He's got an equally cute story. He married his high school sweetheart.HeLiXe said:Awwwwww <3 This is so cute! *daydreams*
Astronuc said:He married his high school sweetheart.
cronxeh said:some kind of a special fate that brought them together
Astronuc said:Artman has been married two weeks longer than me. He's got an equally cute story. He married his high school sweetheart.
Astronuc said:It's OK - she doesn't remember it. I usually remind her.
She'd also like to forget that next year, she will have spent half her life with me.