It's happening all around me.

Whether or not it's wanted, it's always happening around me.

And I don’t know why, but I can always “feel” it.

Whenever someone falls in love, I notice one of two things happen:

Either they blossom and grow into something greater, or they drown in madness.

It’s something I don’t understand.  It’s something I’ll likely never understand.

But it sounds like someone playing Russian Roulette with a half-loaded pistol.

Then I don’t get the people who submit themselves to it on the wrong end on the spectrum.

It would be like getting addicted drugs, right?  Only the “drug” is some sort of emotion.

I can’t relate to any of these people, even if it’s just that freaking larval stage.

Yet I get a chill down my spine whenever I know someone’s afflicted.

It’s as though that moment they’ve fallen in love, their fate has been sealed.

I can’t relate to any of these people, yet It’s because of that damned decisive moment that I can’t help but think to myself:

“Please let them become a better person…”

…Funny, I’m having trouble being a regular smartass this time around, isn’t it?

This is one of those very few things that I’ll probably never understand---

No, this is beginning to look like one huge guarantee.

I might as well make one big joke out of it and have a good laugh at it.

But I can’t.

I just know that this thing has a major impact on many around me in spite of the existence of those few and far between like me.

It’s going to keep affecting those who can be affected and change things for better or for worse.

And there’s little control over it.

Despite the absurdity of this one emotion, I see no reason to make fun of those who have to deal with it.

Instead, I’m just going to continue doing what I’ve always been doing while keeping that one hope in mind:

That they’ll realize what that emotion can do to them, and hope they turn out better people in the end.

Nothing’s going to get better if you just screw all hope, after all.

- A lone-wolf amoeba with too much on her mind