but for those who are really really interested, there follows a synopsis:
I was told many many years ago now (after my first MAJOR panic attack half way thru the first exam of my first university year) that, as humans, our brains generate chemicals which create our five main states of emotion. . .
. . .and from these five, everything else stems
that may or not be right, but it kind of worked for me at the time and has hung about in some nook or cranny somewhere every since and refused to budge
now, I was having an interesting conversation with The Teen about shower curtains and the new abode (interesting, I thought at the time, that he may one day intend to shower, so I didn't distract him from his chain of thought but indulged his musings for a short while) (the operative word being "short")
he was saying that the bath on his floor ought to have a shower, because I wouldn't want him wandering about into the shower in my bedroom in the middle of the night, because it might interrupt an evening with a boyfriend, because
"BOYFRIEND!!" I scoffed, continuing:
"if you think I'm EVER having another relationship with a man after what happened to me last year with your father and The Tunesmith, you've got another think coming"
(apparently, I then muttered something. . .)
(. . .something rather offensive about ". . .MEN!. . .")
he became extremely offended, because The Teen - at the delightful age of fourteen and one half - and the enormous size of 6' 2" - already considers himself to be a man and as such I had slurred his whole gender
so, when I had calmed down, I assured him he could wander in and out of my room in the wee small hours of the morning (*hums*) as much as he liked, but I wasn't going to be purchasing a shower curtain
I'd rather spend the money on twinkly lights for my bedroom, to be perfectly frank
so that's & SEXY sorted