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love?

Holy Fuckballs!

killarava2day:

<jaded>Love is a complex set of neurological reactions to sensory stimulii, no more valid than the common drug experience and just as, if not more, addictive.</jaded>

Word. Interestingly enough, that doesn't, for me, make the experience any less valid, it just gives it a rational reasoning.

-plaz out-
 
WHy do we persue love?
Because when I find it, it's the best feeling in the world. Nothing can beat it, drugs may come close, but love stays around long after I've come down from the drugs. I'm talking here about when someone loves you back as well.

It's also one of the most addictive feelings......
 
How ever so appropriate the phrase seems when you think about it...

"Falling in love"

You don't just experience it. You become immersed in it.
You are the puppet attached by heart strings.
When love leaves, you sit slumped, helpless.
Count yourself lucky that unlike real puppets, with time, we can begin to function properly again on our own.

Remember this simple factor which is relevant in all areas of life:

The higher you go, the further there is to fall

Everything is in a balance - if you feel the wonderful excess of feelings that is love, realise that you can also feel its equally powerful opposite.

If you ever are at the mercy of these forces, exercise whatever creative energy you possess. Paint, draw, write lyrics, write music whatever - Utilize some sort of creative outlet to channel the emotions you are feeling into something tangible, THIS is what creates the best art. Think about much of the greatest art (im referring to all creative things here, not simply paintings n such), and how much of it exists because of overwhelming emotion channelled into music/art etc.

Ohh, and pekkie - you are 100% spot on. Its just, too, good. *sigh*

That is all.

Adikkal
 
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Can I just say I really hate this thread! Not just in relation to "love" relationships ... but family too!

My brother has moved outta home and all he's done since then has cause trouble between my mum and I (eg. telling her I do drugs) etc. Mum finally woke up to him and knows exactly what he's like.

She's now spent the last 2 months whinging and complaing to me about him and telling the rest of our family what a fuckstick he is blah blah blah. Lately, that's all she has cared about, what is Adam up to, what is Adam doing this weekend? Did Adam see his father this weekend? I'm going to ask him for my house key back that arsehole!

Tonight: My brother comes over. I was half expecting mum to ask for our house key back but instead she invites him in, offers dinner, gives him a brand new microwave she had just won and fucking carries on like nothing has happened!

It's really getting me down at the moment, because I fucking live with her and she wouldn't have a clue what's going on in my life! I go out of my way to keep her happy and try to help out around the house and the only way to get her fucking attention is tell her I'm taking pills or not come home until she calls ...

Now please tell me ... where's the fucking love there?

(sorry about the whinge, this is the only place I feel comfortable saying it)

Cheers!

Bop ;)
 
^^ Well, I'd say a sign is all those 'cute' little things that the person you was in love with, now become major iritations. That cute little sniffle they have, is a fucking piss off sniffle. The cute way they used to fart in bed each morning, is now a disgusting habit. Basically, love IS blind (I've fallen in love with about 5 or so females in my life) and just didn't see their 'faults/flaws' if you can call it that. More like, everyone is not perfect but love just overcomes those barriers and you see the person as a all good, perfect, beautiful person.

Falling out of love, those barriers are broken down and you see the person for who they simply are. Another human being. Thats about the best way I could sum it up. :)
 
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I agree with Queen Beat what you've all been discussing is the construction of love, for that's what the term really is, and it involves elements of all of your perspectives. Love as something tangible exists only inside you, your love is not the same as somebody else's- that's my 2c find love in yourself and if you find it similarly replicated in another hold onto that point in time for it may only exist in that moment!
 
.. bearing as many offspring as possible (lust) with different mates trumps bearing one at a time with one mate
Fairy wrens are monogomous, they stick with the one partner and the one nest and the one happy widdle family, they're also cheating nasty little whores. :)Monogomy and a Generouse Mixing Up of Genetic Material is in no way mutually exclusive, unless your in the first rosy flush love or exeptionally nieve, which the same thing really.

damn I'm so cynical.
no, i love love, but lets be truthful, its not the best thing since piped water, its a dream, we link this warm glowing feeling in with hope and joy dream out a perfect world and whisper to each other, I love you, we beg to fall, madly deeply passionatly in love we lie, we dont want to fall in love, its not love[/] we're yearning for, I think rather we just hope that falling in love will illiminate pain and we'll find that happyness we won't quite reach all by lonely selves.

love is so small without fullfilment and joy promised as its cashed up dowery. without being so terribly afraid of our singularity, of lonelyness.

i miss my lovers when the go and even when i throw them out, but not half as much as i miss the promise, that love would set me free.
that dosnt mean, that i dont fall in love, i fall in love all the time, love just wasnt the fairytale its said it would be.

love, its not monolithic, not my love anyway, just a warmth inside, a overwhelming sweetness in your eyes and hesetant reverent fingertips. like worship, like hope, but with a living subject you can fuck.

i wish somehow that passionate love didnt fade to affectionate love, subsides a little and loses all its pritty gloss, cause nobody likes the faded version of what they can find in something new. oh well i guess we'll keep on muttering; i dont love him now, its not what it used to be, he dosnt love me like he used to do, i'm sorry honey, i'm not in love with you.

such a loss, to put so much on such a singular perfection... that perfect melding of selfworship in others and damn good sex.
 
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i wish somehow that passionate love didnt fade to affectionate love, subsides a little and loses all its pritty gloss
And here I was thinking it was the affectionate love that had the gloss.

*shrugs*

If we enter any venture with unrealistic expectations then of course we're going to be disappointed. Love is not a cure for all our problems, it doesn't really sweep us off our feet or make us walk on clouds. That's the job of lust and infatuation. Love is the unerring feeling of safety and comfort. It's the slippers rather then the high heels. ;)

But that's just my opinion and in the end we all have to come to our own conclusions. .
 
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