After watching one of those 'chic-flick' movies (I think it's entitled: "he's not that into you" -- or something like that), I came to the conclusion that (most) women are always emotionally abrupt. I should say "Nope, that doesn't include me because I'm way past that stage hah! ... been there; done that!" But nevertheless, I could still be regrettably proned since I'm one whose heart undermines the mind: vulnerable!
So... enter spotlight: infatuation. What else could it be? Infatuation is plainly being a fool for love. Irrationally smitten by everything about the object of its affection. In high school, it may sound cute and adorable to say you're infatuated with somebody. But for women my age? HAH! forget it!!
Infatuation as I see it is nothing but mental affliction. The frame of mind that ends up in misery after indulging in fixated passion and stupidity. How so??? When we see something that embodies or symbolizes anything (or everything) we've dreamed of in a person, we seem to get struck by lightning. In an instant we feel like we're floating above the clouds. We act silly because we think in extremes! Our imagination soars into that magic moment of finding the "special" someone and weaves all kinds of fantasies.
Somebody may say something to you/about you that (perhaps) strikes a chord in your heart; you are mesmerized by his gaze; your heart pulsates in uncontrollable rhythms just from the sound of his voice or from the notion that he likes you back (?? wishful thinking!). You venerate him as the epitome of your soulmate, thence everything you do or think of is about him and his qualities. You are crazy!!! (Hah! you lost your mind and you can't find it!!)
On a different note, infatuation may not be all that vicious. After all, you get to feel that momentary elation. And as long as you don't let that great, indescribable feeling of bliss and buoyancy overrule your common sense and your feet is still on the ground, I think you're safe! :))
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