It's good to blush again.  I've gone through periods of being more calloused- sometimes being aware og it, sometimes not and it's days like this when blushing at romantic antics that it's good to feel again.

Another too-familiar, yet more 'rather not experience too often' feeling happened at a bowling alley the other night.  Most of the time, I feel like a rather competent person.  I have a good grasp on what's going on around me, how it fits together & maybe even what part I have in it.  It's those times that I just can't seem to communicate the way I'd like or can't get the bowling ball to go where I want that I get flustered.  If I can't send a ball down 60 feet without it straying, how can I project control over other areas of my life further distances?  Maybe it's moments like this that I realize how little control I have over my own world or how far out-of-whack I can go trying to use my own strength & coordination.  In bowling, it doesn't matter if you're on a good path for 59 feet if you end up with a gutterball.  That doesn't help the score.
Also, the way scoring works with bowling makes me think of money- how some people earn a dollar and that's what it's worth or cashed-in for at the end.  Then are those who are able to take that dollar and add it to others and multiply can end up with much more than the mere sum of those dollars.  Different equations in this instance can make such a major difference!