You want to feel good ALL the time.
Why can’t you feel good all the time?
Okay, maybe not ALL the time. But as much of the time as you can make it happen. And you know how to make it happen. A lot.
With lust, in the beginning, it’s like being high all the time.
When you’re in love-lust with, let’s say, Alex, and Alex is in lust-love with you, every waking moment feels like you’re half a pill short of OD-ing on oxycodone.
You’ve never been prescribed oxycodone, but you’ve heard about its gift of the happiest of highs. And you were prescribed a delicious dosage of Percocet once, so you have an idea how deliriously happy that high must be.
But alas, the drug went the way of long-term relationships over time: the high leveled off and you began to feel like a zombie.
Why does that have to happen?
Why can’t relationships forever feel high, like they do in the beginning?
Why can’t that feeling stay?
Nothing compares to it. Definitely not same-old sex with the same-old person and same-old you. I mean, you feel like a whole new person when you’re being worshipped by a whole new person – and you want to feel like that all the time.
Is that so wrong?
There are those who would answer, Yes!, it’s WRONG! Self-destructive. Idealistic. Impractical. Adolescent. Narcissistic. And other such diagnoses that you have wasted flatline-feeling years trying to avoid being.
Which, by the way, felt not-good ALL the time.
Working tirelessly to feel not-good strikes you as wrong. Self-destructive. Unrealistic. Impractical. Adolescent. (Narcissistic doesn’t apply since you’re trying to please everyone else).
Grinning and bearing the norm of being plastered to one person for all bliss-to-blah eternity makes no sense to you.
A new Alex.
Different from the present Alex.
Taller, darker, more handsome/beautiful. Or shorter, lighter, less handsome/beautiful. Doesn’t really matter because Alex is NEW. And much hotter. Because Alex is NEW.
And Alex is all about YOU.
Alex looks at you in that adoring way that only a new love-lust can. You catch Alex gazing at you with an expression that exposes a desirous throbbing heart (or whatever).
Alex is amused by the way you sneeze, charmed by your laugh, deeply interested in your thoughts, uncannily in-tune to your feelings. And Alex perks up like a meerkat at your slightest utterance.
When Alex touches you, electricity sizzles your veins. Synapses crackle. Neurotransmitters explode. Everything goes into meltdown. You are reverted to mere pulp.
And it’s mutual.
Alex can barely remain coherent in your presence – so overcome by the feeling of YOU…
Have you had an Alex? A string of Alexes?
What are your thoughts about loosing the ‘Alex’ in long-term relationships?
Photos: Burning heart – FreeDigitalPhotos.net / Meerkat: Petr Kratochvil