Right now, America looks like a fatheaded, shortsighted, gas-guzzling arrogant blowhard to the rest of the world.

When I write I pretend I'm telling a story to someone in the room and I don't want them to get up until I'm finished.

Okay, if this is what falling in love feels like, someone please kill me now. (Not literally, overzealous readers.) But it was all too much - too much emotion, too much happiness, too much longing, perhaps too much ice cream.

Was this normalcy-predictable patterns, the certainty of doing the same thing everyday? Because if so, normalcy was about to make me freak out and start screaming.

This is not a democracy," I said, understanding he fear but unable to do anything about it. "It's a Maxocracy.

WARNING If you dare to read this story, you become part of the Experiment

A friend of mine once defined love as finding someone you can talk to late into the night