love turns us into happy weenies

i really must be pretty damn sickening to be with nowadays.
is there anything worse than spending time with a happy in love person?
actually...being a happy middle aged in love person is possibly the worst of all....and i admit my guilt
i am not a fun person to be with
talk to me about a movie...i will tell you how happy i am in love with my baba
read any good books lately? hear any great music? travel anywhere exotic?
i will listen with a happy glazed eyes and tell you how happy i am..in love with my baba
it must be vomit inducing to spend time with me
i have been...as of tmaro...happily married to my baba for 8 months now.
50 years of shrinks, anti depps, every damn phobia and complex any 4 people together could have....and now ..now i am sickeningly happy.
i wake up...look at my baba and think that i really don`t care if i am in a padded cell and on the strongest meds there are.....at least the hallucination of waking up next to my baba is pretty damn nice.
at 50 i have been able to experience reincarnation....the me that lived those first 50 years....he really is buried in some soft sand
and this new..happy...strong enough to make a latte for a stranger me has taken his place
i `don`t think it`s enough to just tell my baba
i want the world to know
i am terribly madly in love
and i am a weeny