I am....a nutjob

What else would you call someone who gloms on to complete strangers, expecting to develop deep emotional bonds within seconds? Obviously I'm walking around with my heart on my sleeve again. The more time I spend without outside interaction, the wierder I get. The more time I spend in the presence of others...the more stressed out I get. For today, I'm giving up on ever being "normal". If M can accept me for all that I am, exactly as I am...it can't be all that bad. If E still adores me despite the fact that I'm half scared out of my wits by her...I can't be all that bad. Now if only I could stop saying innapropriate things. Ah well, I'll save that for another day.