WHY?!?

Sorry for yelling, but I am rather frustrated with myself because I have a To Do list longer than Gyu’s treasure trail and I checked off how many items today?

Half.

In case you were wondering, that’s not half the list—that’s half an item. No, you didn’t read that wrong. I checked off half an item. (I was supposed to reply to an email; it’s a draft still waiting to be sent). And you know why I wasn’t even able to finish a single item? Well, let me just say this: if you have actual, proper work to do, and you’ve listed all your duties out in an actual, proper way, do not, REPEAT, do not put as the first item on said list, “Find a few good pictures of your bias for future blog posts.”

Especially when your bias is Kim “Even my derpbombs make the tingly-tingle in your lady parts” Sunggyu.

You see, in most situations in my life, I have pretty good mastery of my emotions. I don’t break out into uncontrollable happy-happy sobs when I see a puppy-wuppy playing with a kitty-witty, or scream in Hulk-like outrage when someone steals my seat on the skytrain (although I’m tempted; boy, am I tempted). No, I keep it together. Poker face, if need be. Basically, I’d say I’ve got myself more or less in check.

Until, this happens.

Or this.

Omo, omo, this.

Naturally, this.

Or hey, even this…well, especially this.

Then, well, it’s goodbye (semi)sane (y)noona, hello (totally) ynoona who is chock-full of the feels.

And the feels?

They addle my tiny little brain to the point where it makes it nearly impossible to focus on anything but the iest hamster/grandpa in Kpop. They are insidious, the feels.

And they cannot be contained.

I mean, how can they be when you’re faced from any and every angle with so much…uber-unfness?!?

Whether it’s just a little glimpse of the left side…

Or a view of the right…

Or even the back, just the back…

Yup, once the Gyu is in play, bye-bye to productivity for the day.

See, when I continually subject myself to pops of salamander leader perfection, my feels morph from a slowly simmering savory stew to a forgotten fondue pot of aged Gruyère that could overflow at any second if the proper (or rather, ahem, improper) stimulus is applied. Which, let’s face it, the Internets has no shortage of.

Once the feels manifest themselves as drool on my keyboard in ways you’re better off not knowing, little to no real work gets done.

Sigh. What’s a Gyustan to do, though, right? The feels, they have me. Have me good, because hamster claws dig deep (I presume; I’ve never had a hamster. Pinnochi has, maybe I need to check the validity of this simile with her…)

Anyhow, it’s not like the Gyu can shut off the hotness, or even stifle it in any way.

Okay. I stand corrected. (Though to be honest, my lady equipment still has some feels...but the equipment is confused about why they are there).

Phew. I better make a run for it before the cutie commander hits me with anything further…

Drat! Too late.

Well, if you’ve got feels that need to explode like mine, but which are more on the angsty side and less productivity-killing, why not join the Speak Up Your Feeling Writing Contest☆? There, you can release your feels and stand to win some cool prizes for them! So, go ahead and put “Join the contest” onto your To Do list.

This post approved by Kim “I feel that!” Sunggyu.

*Picture credits to their owners