of drugs and spacemen

i may die alone, but until then the vagaries and nuances of men will continue to entertain and haunt me. i indulge in utter wonderment - cuties everywhere; some who grin wickedly, others who judge you, those who open doors, those who walk off mid-conversation, some who talk over you to the next pretty girl at the table, some who fight for the seat next to you but then don't know what to say - all are creatures colourful and extraordinary... and i'm in some kind of dimension of discovery, a voyage of crazy swells and bitter troughs. it's as if i didn't notice the entire sex for the last twenty six years, as if i've just been born into a world of different animals. it's a most enjoyable world, and i wonder just how abnormal a state of heightened sensitivity, such as this, is - where i write a litany to the male gender.
perhaps, like ophelia, i'm just a good time girl. or someone's been drugging my chocolate for the last 6 months.