I dunno, I think "there's something in my nose" overrides all of these. I mean, when you're in love, you don't have all the smoochy-woochy crap going on in your head all the time, but cram a good-sized asparagus sprig up there, and man- you won't be forgetting it's there for a second!
Same with hate. In fact, you can be going full-blast at someone, and at the same time, I can guarantee you'll be wondering, deep down, whether to devote more thought to your smoldering emnity or the foreign object crammed up your nostril.
Yes, that odd feeling of discomfort that comes with knowing that something's working its way up your nasal passage is truly what makes the world go round.
