You are an autonomous human being, perfectly comfortable in your singleness. There is nothing in particular to feel bad about; you enjoy life, you get to have sex every once in a while, you have things you do for fun, etc, etc.

Then you fall in love with someone or other, and suddenly you've got crazy energy shootin' out all over the place, messing up the furniture arrangement. You can talk and listen for hours on end, and you're pretty sure that you're actually being interesting as well as interested. You don't mind in the least going far, far out of your way just to say hi. You can spend the entire night fucking like bunnies and function perfectly happily the next day on two hours of bad sleep. Every color you see is about fifteen percent brighter.

This is Superyou. It is a gift from Love. It fades, but that's okay. Enjoy it.

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