Ecstacy.

Do you ever have them nights? You know the ones I mean, the one’s where, for no known reason, you can’t sleep, your mind races, you listen to old songs and interpret them in ways you never have before. When you want to talk to everyone but you have no idea what you want to say. Well, maybe that’s a bit too detailed, but it’s the night I’m having.
When I started this blog, I certainly wanted to steer clear of emotional rambling, accounting my daily business and my emotions. However, whilst I want to side-step this, having no real structure in my head, I apologise now if that’s how this entry turns out.
I’ve been feeling something recently that I can only describe as ‘indescribable’.
I’m reading a book, and lately, I’ve felt a lot more connected to it. I’m always restless, as if I want to go somewhere I’ve never been and do something I’ve always wanted to do, but the need has been more intense recently. I’ve always needed my friends, but I feel like I need them more right now, for no apparent reason.
It seems that recently, I’ve felt an emotional barrier that only alcohol, hormones, or sleep-deprivation can overcome. Looking at my life through rose/alcohol tinted glasses seems to surface thoughts never realised. You could call this alcohol dependency, I see it making light of a bad situation.
Anyway, enough of my incoherent babble. I actually read today that research has found that personality characteristics could be identified from appearance. Being the little weirdo that I am, I often look at strangers and wonder about them and their lives. Everyone has their story to tell, don’t they? That’s one aspect of journalism I look forward to in my career, you can talk to anyone, and they’ll always have an interesting story to tell, one that Hollyoaks’ script writers couldn’t even dream up. But people’s personalities have so many dimensions, and even though one picture paints 1000 words, I don’t think that anyone’s face can do their whole personality justice.
I also read quite a lengthy article today about love. (I don't normally read this much stuff in one day). It was arguing the physiological and the emotional aspects of love. The part of the brain where activity takes place when you’re in love is the same area activated when you take cocaine. In other words, that feeling, when people claim they ‘just know’, when they vow to spend their lives together, they’re all based in the same part of your brain that feels false elation in reaction to an illegal substance. If that’s not romance, I don’t know what is.