Rage Against the Hormones.

They are a pain. They just made me run down the hall and leap into a closing elevator.
Without an excuse for why I was in the elevator. So when he asked, I just had to admit that there was no other reason other than that he, the object of hormonal freak out, was there too.

Is it possible that we were actually better equiped to deal with hormones as teens, because they were always fluxing? So we kind of got used to it?
Now as adults when it happens it freaks me out because I'm not used to it anymore.

Then again, dealing with with one hormonal lunge into an elevator once in awhile is better than daily hormonal humiliation, I guess.

I feel a little like I am living my life slightly out of phase right now. Like I am a few frames out of sequence. Just enough that if you look carefully you see the words aren't quite matching up with the pictures. It's not a bad thing; I kind of like the feeling. But it does cause you to do things like the above. And the problem is if you are out of sycn, you can't quite catch up with yourself since the two are moving at the same speed.

So you find yourself watching yourself a split second in the future, leaping through the closing elevator doors and somewhere in your head the voice is saying in slow motion "nnnooooooooo! Don't dooooooooo it!" But it's too late. The doors have closed. And you are inside.

That's all I got today.