I came across this article today on http://elitedaily.com
which discusses how the euphoria of being in love is quite a lot like being super wasted. Funny comparison when you first read that line - however once you read the below you will hopefully feel the same. I had a bit of nostalgic flashback reading this because that is honestly how the whirlwind romance of my current relationship started. I am sure perhaps because, indeed, we were quite tipsy for 7 days straight when we first met on vacation (the irony). That being said once we were back in reality and started actually hanging out in real life all of those same feelings and moments continued to occur. I had been worried that the fun we had while on vacation would not transfer across to the real world, but luckily enough it sure did.
Of course things do change as you settle into normality and into real life, the initial high of feeling head over heels in love will not last ALL the time as your daily stresses, routines, etc start to push to the forefront....when you move in together and see each other much more often. You hear couples always discuss how the passion tends to fade compared to the "fresh love" moments within the first year - however the true love will always have glimpses of all the moments below where you can have so much fun and really just be yourself.
Interestingly enough - researchers at Stanford university actually have proved that love is as "dangerous and intoxicating any stimulant" - yes that's right - putting love, liquor and cocaine into the same category. This was proven via brain scans -- crazy! Here is how... I sure hope everyone can experience this through love (not substances) one day:
It clouds your judgment
You don’t remember what they look like, you just remember their glow. Like love goggles, you only see certain parts of them and those parts are all roses.
After you detox and get all the love out of your system, you see them in a completely different light. You see them for who they really are and can’t remember what you saw so passionately in the first place.
You’re completely and utterly exposed
Your inhibitions are down and you’re exposing sides of yourself that you’d rather keep private from your coworkers or friends.
You have no filter, no emotional lid and you’re stripping down naked. You’re in your most vulnerable state, likely to believe anything and overanalyze everything.
You do things you’d never do in public
Only when you’re love drunk will you make out passionately with someone in the street.
Only when you’re completely and utterly intoxicated will you cry and fight and scream in front of strangers. Only when you’re blacked out will you beg and threaten and swear in front of someone you’ve only just met.
You feel like it’s never never going to end
Like during a great night, you never want to go home. You think this high will last forever and you’re determined to keep going until you can’t go on any longer.
It’s the best you’ve ever felt and you’ll be damned if you have to come back down. You will ride this until you crash — until you’re passed out, vomiting on the floor.
When it’s over, you can’t remember what happened
It’s like a blackout, or at least a brownout. Time is warped and you have slight moments of embarrassment when you do remember bits and pieces of what you said and did. “Did I really ask her to dance in the rain?” “Why did I tell him he was my first?”
You don’t know when to stop
Once you start, there’s really no stopping. You can’t refuse a shot and you definitely can’t refuse another invite.
You know you should take a break, go back to your friends and your family, but you can’t get enough. You’re in too deep and you want to see how far you can go before you choke.
The comedown is rough
I’d say a broken heart hurts more than your average hangover. It’s not just days in bed, but week and months.
It’s that nausea in the pit of your stomach and, at some point or another, someone is holding your hair back. Like getting a whiff of whiskey too early in the morning, you become sick with the memories.
You keep chasing that feeling
No matter how rough your last comedown was, you never learn your lesson. You want more even though you know it’s not always good for you.
You keep looking for that perfect run, that perfect night, that perfect person. You’re going to chase that feeling until it kills you.