Maybe I'm just weird (that most definitely might be the case!) but I feel passionate and full of life allot of the time. There are times when, as Anne says, a thrill goes up my spine, like when I'm standing on the beach, reading a particularly good bit in a book, beautiful things, accomplishing something that I had always wanted to do but never managed to before right then for some reason or another.(Like getting my license and finally finishing my first book!)
But, for the most part, I'm always passionate about what I'm doing or seeing, that's probably why I'm such a messy cook, I get distracted by the art of it and forget about mundane things like paying attention the where that spoonful of batter just ended up!=)
At the drop of a hat I can go from normal to heroine in a book excited, sad, happy, angry, hmm, I sound like a joy to be around don't I? I'm shy so most people don't see this side of me, but when they see the loud talks with her hands, yelling, overly dramatic, sarcastic me I'm never sure how long they'll stick around.
So, all of that to say, the most recent time I felt passionate and alive was when I finally heard from someone who I think has been ignoring me, for some unfathomable reason!(the emotion is extreme annoyance by the way, if you are reading this!) While the question was answered the annoyance is still flaring. So, you know who you are and if you make it this far, I'm pretty annoyed with you right now! What on earth did I do to warrant this behavior?