No, it isn’t a new social media term about the Twitter network.
It’s from Bambi. When Bambi, Thumper & Flower are hanging out in the forest after hibernating for the winter (at least some of them hibernated…I think…it’s been awhile!) and they are all confused by the birds chasing each other around in some weird game of tag that seems to involve kissing. Which is weird, cause everyone knows tag involves smacking the person you are tagging as hard as possible so that they lose their balance and fall down before they can “tag-backsie.”
Fortunately they have wise old “Friend Owl” there to lay down the sitch for them: “Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example:
You’re walking along, minding your own business. You’re looking neither
to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a
pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head’s
in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know
it, you’re walking on air. And then you know what? You’re knocked for a
loop, and you completely lose your head.”
All I need to do is look around the past couple weeks and I know that the whole single population is getting themselves all Twitterpated. There’s something in the air here, Portland, and it isn’t the smell of smoke and burnt hot dogs!
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Seriously, I can’t throw a rock in any of the circles I run in without hitting an adorable new couple being all…adorable…as the weather is turning. Apparently this is a completely scientific and physiological thing, having to do with more sunshine and less melatonin/winter clothing. That and the stories we’re fed and movies we watch telling us that springtime is the time for love to descend.
That’s it, we might as well all book chairs on the lido deck, this Love Boat is certainly taking another ride. As it does every year. And nothing is worse than being the single person on the Love Boat that is sitting alone in her cabin pining for someone to show up and sweep her off her feet, watching the couples stroll hand in hand down the hallways.
Sure, you’re happy for them in their happiness. But there’s still that small piece of you that wants to kick them in the shins (hard) and run like hell in the opposite direction. Just cause…you know…it makes sense at the time.
All I know is that when my friend who has always been “just a friend” was sitting with me and his knee kept bumping against mine, I felt the tightening and clamping sensation of butterflies in my heart. And I giggled a lot. And I might have even flipped or twisted my hair (nervous “like a boy” habit of mine!)
I was full out Twitterpated.
Looks like springtime has claimed yet another victim.
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