In the TV show Glee, when Finn and Quinn kiss, they experience fireworks.
Is that normal?
Well, I guess there was a guy that made my heart beat fast when we kissed. Our kisses felt more magical than just pairs of lips meeting.
But then again, Glee is just TV. I mean, when Finn kissed Rachel he had an orgasm. And that is certainly explosive.
I love fireworks. I like the whistling sound they make before the explosion. I like the colors. I like how they expand and fade. I like the play of shapes and patterns different fireworks can make. I like the music the play to match fireworks.
I feel happy watching fireworks. I sit, and I don’t speak, and even being alone, I love to watch fireworks.
I go to the beach, by myself, even sitting through rain, and I watch big explosions in the night sky. I see light and fire and smoke.
My ringtone is even the sound of fireworks. It scares my friends’ dog.
So, why do I love fireworks so much? Why do people love fireworks so much?
Sure, they are beautiful, but why go to see them in person rather than just watch on TV.
I guess I feel hopeful seeing them. It’s part of a transcendental experience. I sit there and I am bigger than myself and so small and surrounded at the same time. I see fireworks and they are both near and far and I am completely aware of the moment.
Fireworks remind me what people can create together, what dreamers can imagine. Fireworks symbolize hope and the optimism of the future. They are a celebration and extravagant and fleeting and lovely.
So, enjoy the fireworks!