One of my very favourite things is watching people display diverse behaviours or opinions on specific issues. It's amazing how differently our minds take up common day to day hurdles differently.
This peculiarity can be observed in various activities and situations. Am gonna take the 'Monday dreads' for instance, believe it or not, in this very planet there are people out there who are thrilled to get on with Monday( what!!😳 Till tomorrow I can't over it😑). They actually live off the thrill like I live off chilled coke on a hot noon😋, whileas at the other end there are "monday- phobic" people that can do without Monday if they can help themselves😆.
Of course, some may be of the idea that people are different and go all scientific and pyschological about this but let's take the fun view for once😁
I choose the Monday dread cause majority of the human population are on either side of the extreme pole though neutrality can not be ignored. But then, am just trying to drive home a point. In nearly ( I use 'nearly' because 'almost' feels more inadequate 😆) every decision towards a particular event or matter we, as humans, have very diverse approaches and behaviour.
But then, in my very curious quest to find an exception, I dwindled into the affairs of the ❤️ heart, therein lay my exception...buried in the depths of heartbreak(s) and held in by the chains of a chiseled resolve to use the brain instead (☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ awwwn I feel like a Shakespeare already 😂😂😂)
Let me take you back in time, during grade school (I daresay 😏) or hillschool when Veronica or was it Lisa or was it the Damon, the basketball captain 🤯( they always have names that leave the trail of smoke behind......hot🥵🥵) turned your world upside down and you just turn mush whenever she enters your line of vision or thought. You are content with secretly watching her smile while you swallow her bitter pills to no end, take the back stage station and be her anonymous hero
If you had a say about it, you rather be beside her secretly than confess your love and be unfavourably refused....
But then fate gets you your lucky streak and you get that to experience your 0.00001 chance of been noticed and you set up a date her. The preparation of that first date is always with no exceptions beautifully chaotic; like you are about to write a very important exam and failure is not acceptable.
The response of anyone on this, is anxiety. It comes from feeling insufficient in terms of what your crush is bringing to the table (from ur point of view of course) . The anxiety could get to really frightening degrees causing a panick attacks: shortage of breath or literally peeing your pants. The less frightening degree of anxiety is seen in continuous eyes twitching or legs just won't stop shaking, speech keeps stuttering, the list is rather endless...
The first date unlike other events or matter encountered daily, is a feeling that is only seconded by the bliss that comes with a successful one🤗🤗
Now you know!
What ever the out come of your first date at the time the anxiety experienced trascends to one and all
To wrap it all up, I really appreciate y'all for following, through to the end. Though some first dates aren't what we wished it to be, it's alright, cause first dates are relative and we have the time and ❤️😊😊😊😊