My computer just reminded me that I have a Zoom one-on-one today with my boss. Upon reading this reminder, my first thought was, “I love you!” No, I don’t love my computer, and I am aware that I also do not necessarily want to say that to my boss, despite his being a wonderful person and a supportive supervisor. The thing is, currently I feel like crap, and this, much like being tipsy, makes me emotionally effusive.
As I have become more and more aware of my own inner tendencies, I have noticed that I am not only emotional when I am awaiting the communists’ arrival to the fun house, but also when tipsy. Most people with uteruses (and other reasons for hormonal surges) would not find this shocking. It looks like this may, at least for me, be part of a larger list of times when my walls fall or my emotions escape from behind ADH brain spin. I am more likely to visit unsolicited adoration upon you when:
some challenge that has been keeping my anxiety fires burning has been overcome, and the fire goes out.
I feel like excrement (today’s reason).
I am over-exhausted but not in a bad place, mentally or physically.
I have just finished a good workout or meditation session.
the time of year is memory-laden.
I am listening to Christmas music (corollary to above).
I am singing or playing music with people.
Something has happened to remind me of my or others’ mortality.
I love you, man.
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