Wild Woman has just heard about limerence.
It seems, when our aging and misfiring hormones
shut down our brains, temporarily,
the cure is falling crazy, ass-over-teakettle in love.
(surely a case of the cure being worse than the disease?)
Wikipedia describes limerence
as "an involuntary state of mind
resulting in romantic attachment to another person,
combined with an overwhelming need
to have one's feelings reciprocated,
with inordinate fear of rejection".
It is likened to obsessive compulsive disorder,
"involving intrusive, obsessive and compulsive
thoughts, feelings and behaviors, counting on
a perceived emotional reciprocation from the object of interest -
the LO (Limerent Other)"
(You cant make this stuff up!)
Online sources suggest, if you find yourself
mooning about in joyful or despairing states
about your LO,
that you find a treatment centre
dedicated to restoring you
to yourSelf.
"For those who wish a cure,"
these sources state,
"the most certain course
is prevention."
Wild Woman could give a seminar
on Limerence.
She had to give it up,
as it totally screwed with her equilibrium.
She can now count thirteen years,
clean and sober!
disclaimer: Wild Woman does believe in love, kids, the real kind that grows over time with trust. She just fears the total plunge into infatuation, a course fraught with peril, in her experience.
* sources Wikipedia and Love and Limerence by Dorothy Tennov
* image from collegemagazine.com (google)
