one obsession and a poorly constructed metaphor pleaseJust when I had started feeling like myself again, THIS happens. THIS = a crush Whatever. I'll get over it. In the meantime, I'll obsess. Because obsessing is at least something I do well (not that it does well for me, but that's a different issue), so I can at least feel like myself while obsessing. It occurs to me that sounds vaguely creepy. Rephrase: I'll obsess about having a crush, not about the acutal object of the crush. Yes, that is what I meant to say in the first place. I'll think about the implications this might have on me (even though - let's face it - there are no implications; this changes nothing substantial). I will deconstruct every absurdly dramatic moment I create in my Pisces Dreamworld. And to start on that path, see below: I feel swept away in general, and not in a romantic movie sense. More in the my-life-is-going-in-twelve-directions-at-once-without-me sense. Part of me wants to grab all these pieces and pull them back tightly, wrap my arms around them, hold them against my chest, and close my eyes until the wind stops. Another part wants to spread my arms wide and enjoy the way the wind tangles my hair and makes me unbalanced. Another part want to avoid all this metaphorical, dramatic bullshit and just get on with it already. Clearly, that part loses. I am overdramatic. I do overanalyze. Perhaps I feel like myself after all. | 
