I Think Too Much About That One Painting

So there’s this one painting... hanging in the hallway at work. Every day, I see it and feel this pull towards it that makes no sense, it’s just an abstract of reds and blues swirled together in a chaotic pattern. But lately, every time I walk past it, my heart flutters like someone dropped a bird inside me.... Why does it make me feel so much?... Is everyone else looking at the painting and not thinking about how their insides are melting into liquid fire?... Do other people just shrug and think it’s okay to be unimpressed by it? I’m starting to worry this might be some kind of weird mental disorder. Has anyone ever felt this way before, or am I truly out there alone on this one?