Falling in love is like getting hit by a truck and yet not being mortally wounded. just sick to your stomach, high one minute, low the next. Starving hungry but unable to eat. hot, cold, forever horny, full of hope and enthusiasm, with momentary depressions that wipe you out.
It is also not being able to remove the smile from your face, loving life with a mad passionate intensity, and feeling ten years younger.
Love does not appear with any warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a high diving board. No time to think about what's happening. It's inevitable. An event you can't control. A crazy, heart-stopping, roller-coaster ride that just has to take its course.
Me: “I refuse to attend Support Group.â€
Mom: “One of the symptoms of depression is disinterest in activities.â€
Me: “Please just let me watch America’s Next Top Model. It’s an activity.â€
Mom: “Television is a passivity.â€
Me: “Ugh, Mom, please.â€
Mom: “Hazel, you’re a teenager. You’re not a little kid anymore. You need to make friends, get out of the house, and live your life.â€
Me: “If you want me to be a teenager, don’t send me to Support Group. Buy me a fake ID so I can go to clubs, drink vodka, and take pot.â€
Mom: “You don’t take pot, for starters.â€
Me: “See, that’s the kind of thing I’d know if you got me a fake ID.â€
Mom: “You’re going to Support Group.â€
Me: “UGGGGGGGGGGGGG.â€
Mom: “Hazel, you deserve a life.