Infatuation is only safe when it is not returned.
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I just want a little normalacy.
Are Certain Types Destined To Date?
By Kimberly Dawn Neumann
Your eyes meet across a crowded room. You feel it, the other person feels it. But what is “it,” exactly? In other words, what gets sparks flying between two people but not others? That’s a question that continues to boggle the minds of scientists, poets, and real people the world over. But if you want to increase your chances of choosing the right partner ‘til death do you part, modern research does have some answers. Read on to find out which personality types you’re most likely to click with — and stick with — for the long haul.
Familiarity breeds…a bond?
While fairytales are full of twosomes from very different walks of life, Cinderella-sty
What’s ‘familiar’ about a mate may not always be immediately evident, however. “People may feel chemistry with someone who treats them in a way that’s familiar because it’s a dynamic they know,” says Lisa Firestone, a clinical psychologist and author of Sex and Love in Intimate Relationships. A woman who grew up with an alcoholic father, for example, may end up with a wild-man artist, who’s similarly unpredictable but (hopefully) in more positive ways. So, don’t be surprised if your relationship echoes some dynamic from your past.
Why complementary types connect
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A better match, say experts, are people whose personalities are complementary but not complete contradictions
Complementary couples do run the risk, though, of falling even deeper into their differences. “When a person dates someone who plays a balancing role, he or she tends to polarize: The quiet person gets quieter, and the talkative person becomes the spokesperson for the relationship,” points out Firestone. “He may start to think that he’s a whole person only when he’s with her, and vice versa. And when people do that, the quality of relating tends to deteriorate.” So, couples should be careful to treat their partner’s strengths not as a crutch, but as an opportunity to watch and learn new habits and skills to move outside their comfort zones on occasion.
The chemistry behind chemistry
Scientific breakthroughs in the areas of genetics, biology, and neurology are also helping experts piece together the mystery of romantic attraction. Fisher, for example, has used her knowledge of body chemistry to come up with a new theory on who’s likely to click with whom—and why.
“Certain genes, hormones and neurotransmitt
The upshot? After reviewing the data, Fisher found that based on the activity levels of four key chemicals (serotonin, estrogen, dopamine, and testosterone), people largely fall into one of four “temperaments”
The Builder
Chemical in charge: Serotonin (associated with sociability and feelings of calm)
Personality: Calm, managerial, conscientious, home-oriented but social
Best match: The Explorer
Worst match: The Director
The Negotiator
Chemical in charge: Estrogen (associated with intuition and creativity)
Personality: Imaginative, sympathetic, socially skilled, idealistic
Best match: Good with all types!
Worst match: None
The Explorer
Chemical in charge: dopamine (associated with curiosity and spontaneity)
Personality: Risk-taking, spontaneous, curious, adaptable
Best match: The Builder
Worst match: The Director
The Director
Chemical in charge: testosterone (associated with independence and rational thinking)
Personality: focused, inventive, daring, logical, direct
Best match: The Negotiator
Worst match: The Builder
I swear I can hear him whistling in every room of the house. I can hear him laughing when my parents talk with him. My bathroom even smells like him, and he brings me gifts and candy like he can bribe my affections.
I wish I could just give up
He's home...
She looks to the skies, to the stars strung on strings,
For the slivers of cobwebs and outlines of wings,
As she sits in a circle of withering grass,
and beckons the end of the world to pass.
The waterfalls golden are beginning to thin,
The jagged-edged landscape is starting to spin,
The butterflies fling themselves wild at the moon,
As she sits and she listens, she knows it is soon.
The maenads are leaving their fires to burn,
Taking their wine without dreams to return,
The party has ended with melting sundays,
and the ice cream drips down over razoredged maze,
And the people with faces, whose faces are masks,
They stop all their laughing yet none of them asks,
The others, "What's making our sky turn oh so bland,
What's casting this shadow all over the land?"
The footfalls are hindered by not one single blade,
And the seams that were scars are slowly unmade,
into free-flowing wounds marching up and down wrists,
As the world gives a jerk, and then painfully twists.
The wolf packs are howling, disbanding, distraught,
And the spiders pull webbing distressingly taught,
Which snap and set free all the evil they snared,
and the girl hugs her knees, both unwary and scared,
As she searches the night for her last saving grace,
and fingers the wings made of fabric and lace,
For the outline, the whisper, the power that sings,
From the being with candy and crystallized wings,
But still there is nothing, then nothing at all,
But the careful made dreamscape beginning to fall,
The land is collapsing, she can't think to cry,
Because despite disbelief, even Dragons will die.
4 hours.
...I feel like I'menna forget something. ><
30 hours to go...
...Running on the adreniline, waiting for the fight...