Tell me quick/ain't love a kick/in the head? <-- serendipity

I've got a four-day weekend right now, today through Monday. Which is perfect, because I have a few major chores I want to take care of. But first, I want to finish this week's writing challenge at Bastion Works . Only problem is, I can't get my head in the game. I've typed up what I wrote a couple days ago, setting up the start of the story, but now I'm blocked.

And why? Because I'm a romantic born through-and-through.

Seriously.

OK, here's how it works. It's a regular system, virtually a cycle. I start out normal, no real thoughts of love or romance because they're not practical given my life. But then, usually for no reason, my mind moves onto thoughts of love anytime I'm not completely focused on something. I get lost in thoughts of romance and dating and finding the perfect woman and getting married and starting a family. I can't control it. But then after a few days I come down from the high, the reality that I will probably never get a girlfriend or wife starts to creep in. Then I get jealous and angry at other people for having happy relationships of their own. And that lasts a couple days. Then all thoughts of love in general leave my mind, and I'm free again. Fast-forward several weeks, a couple months and it starts all over again.

Now here's the kicker: even if I am fully aware, 100% cognizant of how my daydreaming is just foolish wishing, I can't avoid it. It's like a drug, it feels good, so I give in to it. All I can do is enjoy it until I come down and then I have to deal with the withdrawal.

And it's all worse when my feelings are based on a crush, when I have an actual person to think about when I'm daydreaming. That's what's happening right now. Last night I discovered a woman that's cute and sexy and shares at least one of my main interests. And now I've fallen.

I don't know the woman personally. I don't know what she's like as an everyday person, and I definitely don't have the self-esteem to think she'd be interested in me. She runs in a different world than I do.

But I'm stupid head-over-heels, and I can't concentrate on anything. Least of all a story about a pregnant(?) pirate queen.

I guess it's a plus that I'm going through this on Friday rather than Saturday. Maybe I can get past this by tomorrow morning and devote tomorrow and Sunday to trying to get a story out there. I just wish I knew why I always have to deal with this high-withdrawal cycle. Why did God design me this way?