The disgustingly
happy feeling that is quite similar to a
head injury. When infatuated, all common sense fails you. You turn into a giddy, giggling,
goofily happy version of yourself that raises
the eyebrows of the people that generally know you as a calm, smart, down to earth individual. You lose all sense of time while you're with the object of infatuation. You sit and grin while sitting in traffic remembering all sorts of little details of the times you've spent together. Sometimes, you laugh out loud and strangers look at you in fear and amusement. Your priorities suddenly change, everything that was important is no longer so. You forget or blatantly ditch out on events that don't involve your infatuation. You smile like a fool when their name shows up on your phone, you become a flustered moron when you're with them and yet you love it. You can't shut up to
save your life, rambling the weirdest stories you've ever heard coming out of your mouth. Seeing them makes your whole week worthwhile. Dating, staying overnight, and waking up with them feels so amazing you question your sanity. You fall asleep and wake up thinking of the infatuation. You listen to terrible songs that remind you of them and check the urban dictionary to ensure your condition is normal. It's a wonderfully horrible change of character that should be welcomed but kept
on a leash, lest someone have you committed.