The disgustingly happy feeling that is quite similar to a head injury. When infatuated, all
common sense fails you. You turn into a giddy, giggling, goofily happy version of yourself that raises the eyebrows of the people that generally know you as a calm, smart, down to
earth individual. You lose all sense of time while you're with the object of infatuation. You sit and grin while sitting in traffic remembering all sorts of little details of the times you've spent together. Sometimes, you laugh out loud and strangers look at you in fear and amusement. Your priorities suddenly change, everything that was important is no longer so. You forget or blatantly
ditch out on events that don't involve your infatuation. You smile like a fool when their name shows up on your phone, you become a flustered moron when you're with them and
yet you love it. You can't shut up to save your life, rambling the weirdest stories you've ever heard coming out of your mouth. Seeing them makes your whole week worthwhile.
Dating, staying overnight, and waking up with them feels so
amazing you question your sanity. You fall asleep and wake up thinking of the infatuation. You listen to terrible songs that remind you of them and check the urban
dictionary to ensure your condition is
normal. It's a wonderfully horrible change of character that should be welcomed but kept on a leash, lest someone have you committed.
"Is she walking around smiling to herself, singing, skipping and forgetting all our plans because of the brain injury she received in the car
accident?"
"No, that healed up. She's
just head over heels infatuated with her
man."
