Thursday, April 16, 2009

Writing When I'm Not Unhappy

A friend told me recently I need to blog more. Trouble is, my writing is not very interesting when I'm free of troubled thoughts. At least, I don't think it's very interesting. I am not troubled right now, although I am a little jangled of late. Spring is here, and there's twitterpating all around me. Reason enough to write, I suppose. For those who don't know, twitterpated is (one of many definitions from the urban dictionary, but it originated from Bambi):

"An enjoyable disorder characterized by feelings of excitement, anticipation, high hopes, recent memories of interludes, giddiness, and physical over-stimulation which occur simultaneously when experiencing a new love. These feelings take over without warning, usually at odd times (such as at a check-out line), with or without the partner present, and make it difficult to concentrate on anything but romance. They interfere with work and safe driving, but should be experienced at least once in every person's lifetime."

Indeed, at least once in every person's lifetime. I think the definition should include something about this feeling being at once exhilarating and unnerving and just a little scary.

So, give me your stories about your twitterpating experiences. Could make for some fun writing and entertaining reading. You can remain anonymous, it's okay!

Me? Well, it's too soon to say for me. But obviously this is on my mind for a reason. Cautious and superstitious right now. But my twitterpating experiences in the past (and the very few recent ones) tell me it's a feeling I like, and at the same time causes me to ponder what is left when the twitterpating subsides. That is the real stuff, of course, but the twitterpating stage is awfully fun, so I'm inclined to give in to it again, if given the chance.

There. My April blog post. I look forward to hearing feedback on this tittilating topic (or should that be twitterpating topic?!)

9 comments:

  1. Twitterpating puts me on guard; I don't trust it. It's brought me nothing but pain and suffering and I'm glad to have it out of my life right now. I sound angry, don't I? Well, let me tell you sister; Twice I've been all et up with twitterpatedness and both times were disastrous. Twitterpating is a cruel mistress. Don't seek her out! Instead, go for a slow and steady progression. Dang. If I can twitterpate in the MIDDLE of a relationship instead of the beginning, then I think maybe I'll have something. But that's just how my mind rolls.

    How's *that* for happy? :p

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  2. Anyone who knows me knows I'm all about slow and steady, but isn't there always some twidderpatedness in the beginning? I mean, it's unbidden and can't be helped, right? That's what makes it so frustrating and fun, cuz it kind of hits you when you weren't expecting it.

    I think it's kind of like my approach to running. Slow and steady, even if my inclination is to go faster to get there quicker. Hmmmm...but I think controlled doses of twitterpated is okay, huh, what?!

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  3. It's the reasons that it hits that make me suspicious. It *is* fun but then I bet the Devil is fun too, in the beginning. Then, while your all high on his twitterpater potion, he tricks you into selling your soul.

    Heh.

    I like the running comparison thingy. Yeah. And if you can endure while running, maybe you can reach that endorphin high (runner's twitterpaters). Endurance is the key, no? Yes?

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  4. I'm a little surprised at your cynicism on this topic. Usually we are at opposite positions when it comes to things of the heart :)

    The reasons it hits: of course that depends on each individual situation. Sometimes it's purely physical; but what works for me in my 'mature' years is a connection, shared interests, experiences, viewpoints, and of course the general ego feed that comes with attention.

    Remember, this is me. I have been very cynical about love and all things associated w/relationships. But I noticed a couple of months ago that something had changed. So, I'm allowing myself to be more open to the possibilities. This is a good thing. And this is my year for things to happen (hadn't you heard?!)

    Running: haven't done it in almost two weeks, and I am itching to get out again, but still slow and steady. Yes, I do believe endurance is the goal, in both running and in love.

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  5. The comment below is from JK. All I have to say is I just threw up in my mouth a little.

    I love being twitterpated! I love standing in line at the checkout and reliving a stimulating conversation me and my twitterpater partner (TWP)have had and then realizing everyone is staring at me because I have a dumb, crazy, happy, ear-to-ear grin on my face. I love wanting to make my TWP smile just so I can see that smile. I love catching a scent in the air that transports me to a time with my TWP. I love driving down the road and suddenly being physically overwhelmed by a physical recollection of a pleasant experience (though this can prove dangerous) and literally gasping from the sensation. I love laying in bed with my TWP, his arm draped over my stomach, his thumb stroking my skin even in sleep, and listening to him breathe and knowing that tomorrow all could go to hell and I'd still have had this perfect moment and knowing my life is enriched as a result. To me, being twitterpated happens when I live in this moment of the relationship and not worrying about the next.

    Betcha you'd have never guessed I was a hopeless romantic!

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  6. JK, good on ya! Especially that last part "live in this moment and not worry about the next" -- *that* is what I'm talking about. That is the part I need to allow for myself.

    Thanks for posting this Em, even if it caused you to gag as you did so.

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  7. The best art has come and will continue to come from pain. Just the way it is.

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