I hate emotions. They're so impractical. Also, they smell bad, like have you ever smelled a depressed person? Not great. Especially if you're like me and spend hours in front of a keyboard eating fried chicken. So I wasn't expecting to fall in love. And then I did. Maybe I'm just having a manic episode compounded by the pandemic. All I know is when I spend time with this human, I feel inexplicably light and airy like someone's injected helium into my bloodstream