Define "Love."
One definition (none of this "there are different types of love" stuff)
GO!
A kind of chemical reaction in the brain that people spend far too much time obsessing about.
BUTTS LOL!!!
Patterns of input (people or things) which mirror aspects of your animus/anima.
When you go though childbirth and child-raising and are still hot for each other and don't want to kill each other.
Quote from: Captain Dystopia on August 05, 2010, 05:40:49 PM
Patterns of input (people or things) which mirror aspects of your animus/anima.
Jung, eh? A little unsuspected...
Love is not clinical.
It's caring about another person that you do about yourself. It is chaotic compatibility and comfort. It is wanting to be with someone, for the rest of your life and to sit on a porch in your gray hair days. It is hurting when they hurt and feeling good when they do. It is seeing a beautiful and having someone by your side to share it with.
Love is about allowing yourself to attach yourself to another person.
Quote from: Charley Brown on August 05, 2010, 05:45:23 PM
Love is not clinical.
It's caring about another person that you do about yourself. It is chaotic compatibility and comfort. It is wanting to be with someone, for the rest of your life and to sit on a porch in your gray hair days. It is hurting when they hurt and feeling good when they do. It is seeing a beautiful and having someone by your side to share it with.
Love is about allowing yourself to attach yourself to another person.
But just
one person? That, to me, does not seem to be in the nature of "love."
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 05:47:45 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on August 05, 2010, 05:45:23 PM
Love is not clinical.
It's caring about another person that you do about yourself. It is chaotic compatibility and comfort. It is wanting to be with someone, for the rest of your life and to sit on a porch in your gray hair days. It is hurting when they hurt and feeling good when they do. It is seeing a beautiful and having someone by your side to share it with.
Love is about allowing yourself to attach yourself to another person.
But just one person? That, to me, does not seem to be in the nature of "love."
For me personally when I give myself it is all of me. I could only love one person so deeply. To try to fit another in that space would only end up detracting from the relationship.
But what if both you and the other person also felt the same way about a third person? What about a child?
Quote from: Charley Brown on August 05, 2010, 05:50:21 PM
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 05:47:45 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on August 05, 2010, 05:45:23 PM
Love is not clinical.
It's caring about another person that you do about yourself. It is chaotic compatibility and comfort. It is wanting to be with someone, for the rest of your life and to sit on a porch in your gray hair days. It is hurting when they hurt and feeling good when they do. It is seeing a beautiful and having someone by your side to share it with.
Love is about allowing yourself to attach yourself to another person.
But just one person? That, to me, does not seem to be in the nature of "love."
For me personally when I give myself it is all of me. I could only love one person so deeply. To try to fit another in that space would only end up detracting from the relationship.
Which I can respect. However, things get confusing when the same person that defines love in that way also says you should love your family, friends, etc.. I jiust think it's funny that people are expected to love "one another" or "their neighbor," but as soon as a relationship enters the equation, they renege their initial assertion and claim that there's only love enough for ONE person...
Quote from: Captain Dystopia on August 05, 2010, 05:53:16 PM
But what if both you and the other person also felt the same way about a third person? What about a child?
Now you are going to a different place. I love my children and grandchildren with all my heart. But they are moved away now, as it should be. In spite of the OP stating no nonsense about different kinds of love, the truth remains that there are different kinds of love. Children, friends, family can always hold a place in your heart, just not the same place your spouse does.
Love is what's left when all motives and preconceptions are swept aside, to remind us that there is more to life than just us.
Love is Eros, + Thanatos, in perfect harmony. When the equation is balanced, the cliche, "All you need is Love" ceases to be just a platitude, or a Hippy cop out, and becomes a Mantra of such infectious magnitude, it can bring whole Wars, to a grinding halt, for a quick game of footy.
Please, correct me if I'm mistaken, but wouldn't the claim that there are different types of love, cheapen other types of love?
"I love only you, my wife." "I love you, my friends."
But I thought you said you loved only me? You may love me, but you love others more.
MaYbe I'M nOt gettinG it...
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 06:06:33 PM
Please, correct me if I'm mistaken, but wouldn't the claim that there are different types of love, cheapen other types of love?
"I love only you, my wife." "I love you, my friends."
But I thought you said you loved only me? You may love me, but you love others more.
MaYbe I'M nOt gettinG it...
You're talking as if there was a limited supply of it. There isn't. It is endless, and all permeating. You can't hoard it up, and dole it out to your favourite people, you don't give love, you feel it, and see it in others. But you can't give it, because it doesn't lend itself to conditions like "Yours", or "Mine".
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 06:06:33 PM
Please, correct me if I'm mistaken, but wouldn't the claim that there are different types of love, cheapen other types of love?
"I love only you, my wife." "I love you, my friends."
But I thought you said you loved only me? You may love me, but you love others more.
MaYbe I'M nOt gettinG it...
I do think you are missing the point. The relationship between spouses is not the same as a relationship with a child or a friend. I know my wife loves her children and friends. Just not the same way she loves me. We share the bond with our children, and a lot of friends. They do not share the relationship between my wife and myself. That is ours.
And you can't measure it. You either love, or you don't. It's really flexible like that.
Quote from: Charley Brown on August 05, 2010, 06:12:37 PM
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 06:06:33 PM
Please, correct me if I'm mistaken, but wouldn't the claim that there are different types of love, cheapen other types of love?
"I love only you, my wife." "I love you, my friends."
But I thought you said you loved only me? You may love me, but you love others more.
MaYbe I'M nOt gettinG it...
I do think you are missing the point. The relationship between spouses is not the same as a relationship with a child or a friend. I know my wife loves her children and friends. Just not the same way she loves me. We share the bond with our children, and a lot of friends. They do not share the relationship between my wife and myself. That is ours.
I understand what you're saying, but don't you see how confusing this concept can be for a child? Or even a maladjusted grown person? If people have the capacity for anything, it's jealousy. How can you say that what you feel is "love" if it causes another pain? Also, look up the actual definitions. None of them have a pre-req that it must be directly given to just one person. Where do we get that concept from? Is it ours, or did someone put it there?
I mean, maybe I'm being a little pedantic (which, I suppose, is unavoidable when dealing with such an abstract notion) but I truly feel like there should be different words for these different types, in order for no one to get "hurt," and to prvide clarity for children and spouse(s).
Quote from: Captain Dystopia on August 05, 2010, 05:53:16 PM
But what if both you and the other person also felt the same way about a third person? What about a child?
Also, wht if the third person isn't a child?
:facepalm:
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 06:22:46 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on August 05, 2010, 06:12:37 PM
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 06:06:33 PM
Please, correct me if I'm mistaken, but wouldn't the claim that there are different types of love, cheapen other types of love?
"I love only you, my wife." "I love you, my friends."
But I thought you said you loved only me? You may love me, but you love others more.
MaYbe I'M nOt gettinG it...
I do think you are missing the point. The relationship between spouses is not the same as a relationship with a child or a friend. I know my wife loves her children and friends. Just not the same way she loves me. We share the bond with our children, and a lot of friends. They do not share the relationship between my wife and myself. That is ours.
I understand what you're saying, but don't you see how confusing this concept can be for a child? Or even a maladjusted grown person? If people have the capacity for anything, it's jealousy. How can you say that what you feel is "love" if it causes another pain? Also, look up the actual definitions. None of them have a pre-req that it must be directly given to just one person. Where do we get that concept from? Is it ours, or did someone put it there?
I mean, maybe I'm being a little pedantic (which, I suppose, is unavoidable when dealing with such an abstract notion) but I truly feel like there should be different words for these different types, in order for no one to get "hurt," and to prvide clarity for children and spouse(s).
Confusing for a child? Never, see children don't question things like this. Children love uncles and aunts, but in a pinch they want their parents.
People are weak. Yes, there is jealousy. Everyone feels it. The key is to keep it in perspective. I suck at dancing. My wife loves to dance and is good at it. If we are at a bar and she is asked to dance do I get jealous or do I appreciate the fact she is having a good time that is not hurting anything?
Love is just as much a part of us as jealousy or hate or greed. Some people have the ability to close themselves to it. They are generally not nice people.
A label is a label and smells the same by any name. The bottom line is it is love, in one or another of it's many forms.
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 06:06:33 PM
Please, correct me if I'm mistaken, but wouldn't the claim that there are different types of love, cheapen other types of love?
"I love only you, my wife." "I love you, my friends."
But I thought you said you loved only me? You may love me, but you love others more.
MaYbe I'M nOt gettinG it...
Its a modeling issue... In English, we use one symbol for many concepts. The Greeks, on the other hand had many symbols, each for a specific concept of love.
Erotic love is different (in feeling, psychological impact etc) than friendship love, or love of family (parents/children etc) and all of those are different than principled love eg. love for your fellow man/love for your country etc.
Love is (http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a139/ThornIs/cookies.jpg)
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 06:32:19 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on August 05, 2010, 06:31:16 PM
:facepalm:
That's funny and all, but use your words please.
For fuck's sake, there ARE different kinds of love. I love my daughter, I love my son, I love my Mom, I love my wife.
Is all of that love exactly the same? Of course the fuck not.
Trying to define love in a way that is applicable to a spouse, child, AND parents and other relatives is trying to hammer a square peg into a round hole.
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 06:25:38 PM
Quote from: Captain Dystopia on August 05, 2010, 05:53:16 PM
But what if both you and the other person also felt the same way about a third person? What about a child?
Also, wht if the third person isn't a child?
Like a poly-amorous relationship? I've no idea how that shit works.
Quote from: Captain Dystopia on August 05, 2010, 06:37:44 PM
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 06:25:38 PM
Quote from: Captain Dystopia on August 05, 2010, 05:53:16 PM
But what if both you and the other person also felt the same way about a third person? What about a child?
Also, wht if the third person isn't a child?
Like a poly-amorous relationship? I've no idea how that shit works.
They generally don't.
Quote from: Captain Dystopia on August 05, 2010, 06:37:44 PM
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 06:25:38 PM
Quote from: Captain Dystopia on August 05, 2010, 05:53:16 PM
But what if both you and the other person also felt the same way about a third person? What about a child?
Also, wht if the third person isn't a child?
Like a poly-amorous relationship? I've no idea how that shit works.
They often fail because while some humans like the philosophy, they don't have the right programming....
A few work because (IMO) the programming of the people involved left them with a capability of perceiving love differently.
I know a few people who have wonderful poly relationships. I know others that perceive a difference between love of their spouse and love of their friends that they enjoy sex with...
In the end, I think all it proves to me, is that love may be a strange combination of biology and psychology, with its expression depending entirely on how those two keys happen to fit together.
Cause some people seem to fuck love up no matter who its with :(
Love (specifically, "Love of another human") is when you willingly put another persons' happiness before your own; and when doing so, it makes you happy.
Yes, this means there are Unfortunate Implications if that love is not returned; yes, it means you can love more than one person at a time.
And it means that if you are loved in return, it's a win-win, upwardly-spiraling positive trip.
Quote from: Doktor Alphapance on August 05, 2010, 06:57:01 PM
Love (specifically, "Love of another human") is when you willingly put another persons' happiness before your own; and when doing so, it makes you happy.
Yes, this means there are Unfortunate Implications if that love is not returned; yes, it means you can love more than one person at a time.
And it means that if you are loved in return, it's a win-win, upwardly-spiraling positive trip.
100% TROOF!
Tiny robuts in ur brane
The Greeks called it Eros, (physical love, shagging, BJs, etc) and Thanatos, (The other, more general kind)
edit: But I can also roll with the "Tiny robuts in ur brane" school of thought.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on August 05, 2010, 06:37:43 PM
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 06:32:19 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on August 05, 2010, 06:31:16 PM
:facepalm:
That's funny and all, but use your words please.
For fuck's sake, there ARE different kinds of love. I love my daughter, I love my son, I love my Mom, I love my wife.
Is all of that love exactly the same? Of course the fuck not.
Trying to define love in a way that is applicable to a spouse, child, AND parents and other relatives is trying to hammer a square peg into a round hole.
No need to get uptight. I wasn't attacking you.
Also, I'm not really asserting anything. Just wanted to see how you guys weigh in on the subject.
Quote from: Ratatosk on August 05, 2010, 06:36:04 PM
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 06:06:33 PM
Please, correct me if I'm mistaken, but wouldn't the claim that there are different types of love, cheapen other types of love?
"I love only you, my wife." "I love you, my friends."
But I thought you said you loved only me? You may love me, but you love others more.
MaYbe I'M nOt gettinG it...
Its a modeling issue... In English, we use one symbol for many concepts. The Greeks, on the other hand had many symbols, each for a specific concept of love.
Erotic love is different (in feeling, psychological impact etc) than friendship love, or love of family (parents/children etc) and all of those are different than principled love eg. love for your fellow man/love for your country etc.
Yes
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 07:41:04 PM
No need to get uptight. I wasn't attacking you.
I get this treatment too. We are little fish, not worthy of respect. We haven't earned his love yet.
The thing that screwed it all up for us in general, was the Medieval nonsense that was/is Romantic, or Courtly Love.
Even now, people still fall for that "Eyes across a crowded room", "Her heart fluttered across her pale, swelling bosom" and other types of Bullshit.
Romantic Love took people's healthy, natural feelings of lust, and hardwired into our feeble, uneducated branes, that this was "love", and therefore a Holy thing, that needed to be affirmed in Courtship, sappy Madrigals, for Lute and voice, or Love Sonnets, in rhyming pentameter, and culminating in Marriage, in the sight of God.
I think you may actually be asking a Linguistic question. The cunning linguists on the board may be able to do this better, but...
In our language, we use "love" as an abstract, and then qualify it as needed ("sexual love", "emotional love", "familial love", "stupid love", "spiritual love", et al).
Your insistence that we need one definition for love, and then to wonder why we use that word for multiple contexts seems to ignore how our language is structured in this case.
Quote from: BadBeast on August 05, 2010, 07:40:49 PM
The Greeks called it Eros, (physical love, shagging, BJs, etc) and Thanatos, (The other, more general kind)
edit: But I can also roll with the "Tiny robuts in ur brane" school of thought.
Eros - As you said
Stor'ge - Parents and kids
Philia - Between brothers/best friends
Agape - Principled Love
Thanatos is a reference to death...
Quote from: Doktor Alphapance on August 05, 2010, 07:50:52 PM
I think you may actually be asking a Linguistic question. The cunning linguists on the board may be able to do this better, but...
:lmnuendo:
Quote from: Ratatosk on August 05, 2010, 07:53:19 PM
Thanatos is a reference to death...
The "little death"?
Shit, Sorry folks, getting my Olde Englishe mixed up again.
Quote from: Doktor Alphapance on August 05, 2010, 07:50:52 PM
I think you may actually be asking a Linguistic question. The cunning linguists on the board may be able to do this better, but...
In our language, we use "love" as an abstract, and then qualify it as needed ("sexual love", "emotional love", "familial love", "stupid love", "spiritual love", et al).
Your insistence that we need one definition for love, and then to wonder why we use that word for multiple contexts seems to ignore how our language is structured in this case.
Is true. Like I said, I just wanted to hear some different opinions.
Quote from: Doktor Alphapance on August 05, 2010, 07:56:35 PM
Quote from: Ratatosk on August 05, 2010, 07:53:19 PM
Thanatos is a reference to death...
The "little death"?
No... the dessicated kind... Thanatos was a mythological character from the Illiad. He was one of Eris' brothers too (Son of Nyx). And he was a representation of death in the dying/decaying sense. Not the 'la petite mort'. :)
Quote from: Captain Dystopia on August 05, 2010, 07:50:11 PM
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 07:41:04 PM
No need to get uptight. I wasn't attacking you.
I get this treatment too. We are little fish, not worthy of respect. We haven't earned his love yet.
That's good to hear. I've experienced this two days in a row in different topics, and I was beginning to think he just didn't like me :p
I agree with most of the posts-there can be different kinds of love.
But for the most part, I define love as the feeling of unconditional respect and admiration for another person or even thing for that matter.
I am sure there are objects that people love whether out of materialistic obsession or a special memory or such that that object held to the person.
Quote from: Jerry_Frankster on August 05, 2010, 07:24:44 PM
Tiny robuts in ur brane
I knew it! Someone get me some magnets! That'll teach those fuckers...
Got it hit down
spot knock inside a spider
says: "That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
"That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
says: "That's love - All know it
TV, teeth, feet, peace, feel it...
"That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
"That's love yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
like the fall that brings me to
I like the fall that brings me to
I like the cord around sinew
I make a cord around sinew
Duck, the way to least is less
The deep craving of the metal west
'ell tomorrow's rain and test
'ell tomorrow's rain and test
Love an empty sun and guess
Love an empty sun and guess
dimples dangerous and blessed
Heaving, arriving, tinkling
mingling jets and statuettes
seething wet we meeting fleck
seething wet we meeting fleck
lines and winds and crib and half
each fair day I give you half
of each fair day I give you half
I look into your eyes and you,
flathe in the sun for you...
Bam, spastic, tactile engine
heaving, crackle, slinky, dormy, roofy, wham
I'll have them, fried bloke
broken jardy, cardy, smoocho, moocho, paki, pufftle
sploshette moxy, very smelly,
cable, gable, splintra, channel
top the seam he's taken off
rats, rats lay down flat
we don't need you, we act like that
and if you think you're un-loved
then we know about that...
rats, rats, lay down flat!
yes, yes, yes, yes, lay down flat!
someone was going to do it, if it hasn't happened already.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpN60KKBAjc&feature=av2n (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpN60KKBAjc&feature=av2n)
:lulz: :evil:
:taco:
Payne mekkin me tacos and suffering my tickle attacks.
:postpics:
THIS FREAD IS WORTHLESS WIFOUT PIX!!?
I'm already here, biatches.
Quote from: -Kel- on August 05, 2010, 08:18:36 PM
someone was going to do it, if it hasn't happened already.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpN60KKBAjc&feature=av2n (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpN60KKBAjc&feature=av2n)
:lulz: :evil:
:lulz: :lulz: Jerk!
It's when this person makes some kind of impression on you that makes you think just momentarily you might want to let your guard down to get to know each other, to allow someone into that inner sanctum of your fucked up head, just a brief glimpse into one another to see if you can dive down and cease to function in the shocking waters of a new undertaking. In a flash of understanding there's something slight, a peek of grander things and you talk and you talk and you don't need to sleep or eat you have limitless energy to be around the other til dusk and dawn and again to see them and know them in all lights and shades of a profound but exhilerating exhaustion. You're flooded with sensory information, aha, like how her eyes look on a winter night against reflective snow or maybe it's his smell how it pulls you closer and traps the both of you together. Minutes lost as you go about your lives are painful but even suffering through another day or week is worth it for the knowledge of how you'll feel every moment of being together. You both understand how important this all is on some primal level and even your bullshit hang ups and damaged psyche are no match for moving forward with this person. And you're on, you're both on, haha, you're saying things you've never though about with no filter that are so perfect for that moment and you're both laughing; there's a sweetness in each little gesture and thought.
Your head finally wraps itself around the fact that you, you miserable fucking prick, aren't destined to die alone and some other human being is somehow capable of putting up with your imperfect ass. There are these things your other does, mispronouncing words or cooking without enough salt or sneezing like the god damned world is ending, where you have these, HAH, moments of melting in your chest cavity. Over time you both come to realize behind your fancy words and nice clothes and well groomed facade you're a foolish clueless dolt pretending to have a grasp on a life that's too big for you to understand. And for once it's o-fucking-kay because as you wander around learning constantly new ways this world is fucked, AHAHA, you have an equal to become horrified at the same time. Then one time you're stressed and there's too many questions or you aren't willing to budge and neither of you are backing down and it might get intense, might get ugly, might look pretty grim. Nothing is bright right now because the world is through their eyes and they're turned away from you, briefly and achingly. It's over soon but it comes and it goes and you move on and you learn precisely what not to do because the last thing you want is to upset, HAHAHA, each other not for fear but to not hurt each other. And sometimes you have sex and it's great and sometimes you fuck and it's animalistic and depraved and incredible and sometimes you make love and it's incomparable to the other times for the exquisite closeness you feel with just one other person.
AHA HAHAHA, you come to know each other like nobody has ever known either of you before in both the good and bad. You've seen the terrifying depths of the lows and the exhuberant unparalleled highs in each other so many times it's commonplace and all you need is a kind word or the right activity to keep attacking life together because right now you aren't two people, you're together and any slight to that front brings combined wrath. HAHAHAHA. HAHA. Shit's disgusting sometimes, the horrorfunk you find in the shower or the unknowable splatters of things or the hidden hodge podge of memorabilia from a person long gone. Those little fights are a fucking joke now because these new ones are the armageddon. You wake up in sweat with a hoarse voice and splotchy eyes and see the slammed doors and shattered egos and maybe the dried come from making up and you're just fucking relieved that it worked out because you wouldn't know what to do otherwise. And at that moment you think you understand, or at least can see a speck of the grander scheme, of what love means. Because you're lucky, both of you, and neither at this point could possibly fathom life without the other. For as strong as you are and the willpower you trick yourself to having you know, ultimately, you are god damned nothing without this other person.
AHA. AHAHA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on August 05, 2010, 08:59:46 PM
It's when this person makes some kind of impression on you that makes you think just momentarily you might want to let your guard down to get to know each other, to allow someone into that inner sanctum of your fucked up head, just a brief glimpse into one another to see if you can dive down and cease to function in the shocking waters of a new undertaking. In a flash of understanding there's something slight, a peek of grander things and you talk and you talk and you don't need to sleep or eat you have limitless energy to be around the other til dusk and dawn and again to see them and know them in all lights and shades of a profound but exhilerating exhaustion. You're flooded with sensory information, aha, like how her eyes look on a winter night against reflective snow or maybe it's his smell how it pulls you closer and traps the both of you together. Minutes lost as you go about your lives are painful but even suffering through another day or week is worth it for the knowledge of how you'll feel every moment of being together. You both understand how important this all is on some primal level and even your bullshit hang ups and damaged psyche are no match for moving forward with this person. And you're on, you're both on, haha, you're saying things you've never though about with no filter that are so perfect for that moment and you're both laughing; there's a sweetness in each little gesture and thought.
Your head finally wraps itself around the fact that you, you miserable fucking prick, aren't destined to die alone and some other human being is somehow capable of putting up with your imperfect ass. There are these things your other does, mispronouncing words or cooking without enough salt or sneezing like the god damned world is ending, where you have these, HAH, moments of melting in your chest cavity. Over time you both come to realize behind your fancy words and nice clothes and well groomed facade you're a foolish clueless dolt pretending to have a grasp on a life that's too big for you to understand. And for once it's o-fucking-kay because as you wander around learning constantly new ways this world is fucked, AHAHA, you have an equal to become horrified at the same time. Then one time you're stressed and there's too many questions or you aren't willing to budge and neither of you are backing down and it might get intense, might get ugly, might look pretty grim. Nothing is bright right now because the world is through their eyes and they're turned away from you, briefly and achingly. It's over soon but it comes and it goes and you move on and you learn precisely what not to do because the last thing you want is to upset, HAHAHA, each other not for fear but to not hurt each other. And sometimes you have sex and it's great and sometimes you fuck and it's animalistic and depraved and incredible and sometimes you make love and it's incomparable to the other times for the exquisite closeness you feel with just one other person.
AHA HAHAHA, you come to know each other like nobody has ever known either of you before in both the good and bad. You've seen the terrifying depths of the lows and the exhuberant unparalleled highs in each other so many times it's commonplace and all you need is a kind word or the right activity to keep attacking life together because right now you aren't two people, you're together and any slight to that front brings combined wrath. HAHAHAHA. HAHA. Shit's disgusting sometimes, the horrorfunk you find in the shower or the unknowable splatters of things or the hidden hodge podge of memorabilia from a person long gone. Those little fights are a fucking joke now because these new ones are the armageddon. You wake up in sweat with a hoarse voice and splotchy eyes and see the slammed doors and shattered egos and maybe the dried come from making up and you're just fucking relieved that it worked out because you wouldn't know what to do otherwise. And at that moment you think you understand, or at least can see a speck of the grander scheme, of what love means. Because you're lucky, both of you, and neither at this point could possibly fathom life without the other. For as strong as you are and the willpower you trick yourself to having you know, ultimately, you are god damned nothing without this other person.
AHA. AHAHA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
:mittens:
I just can't figure out whether or not I love EVERYBODY, or if I just want them all to die...
those things are not mutually exclusive...
AHAHA. It's not done yet, it never is, not until you're dead and rotting or your ashes are scattered upwind of a city that the bastards may choke. You've got these problems now and they're bad, they're real bad, bad like problems can't be bad and you don't know anymore if they're yours or if they're the other's. Indistinguishable you blame each other and you're wonder if telling them you love them is habit or if you feel it every time, a lucky one in a sea of assholes who can't pull this love thing off. You're told you can't love until you care more about someone else than you do yourself and it fucking kills you because that person next to you who once dazzled isn't much to you any longer, you're together because it's slightly less awful than being alone. HAHAHA. HAH. AHA. But then you can't do it anymore, lying about love and seeing adoration but not being able to return it, it makes you feel like a monster, like maybe you're incapable of really being in love like you see so boundless in others. You've been through it all before, maybe, maybe a few times even, maybe you don't even know if you can pull the whole process off again because you're so fucking jaded. HAHAHA. So it's over again and it's not like last time because your ass is bigger or your forehead is higher and no asshole is sorry enough to put themselves through the big bag of fucking misery you've turned out to be. HA. HA. HA. HA. HA.
EoC, read about love the day a year and a half relationship ends.
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 07:41:04 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on August 05, 2010, 06:37:43 PM
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 06:32:19 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on August 05, 2010, 06:31:16 PM
:facepalm:
That's funny and all, but use your words please.
For fuck's sake, there ARE different kinds of love. I love my daughter, I love my son, I love my Mom, I love my wife.
Is all of that love exactly the same? Of course the fuck not.
Trying to define love in a way that is applicable to a spouse, child, AND parents and other relatives is trying to hammer a square peg into a round hole.
No need to get uptight. I wasn't attacking you.
Also, I'm not really asserting anything. Just wanted to see how you guys weigh in on the subject.
Fuck you, I'm on vacation! I'll get uptight if I want to
and you
WILL LOVE it! :lulz:
Quote from: Captain Dystopia on August 05, 2010, 07:50:11 PM
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 07:41:04 PM
No need to get uptight. I wasn't attacking you.
I get this treatment too. We are little fish, not worthy of respect. We haven't earned his love yet.
Consider it a little tough love. You'll thank me later.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on August 05, 2010, 09:34:18 PM
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 07:41:04 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on August 05, 2010, 06:37:43 PM
Quote from: Cuddlefish on August 05, 2010, 06:32:19 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on August 05, 2010, 06:31:16 PM
:facepalm:
That's funny and all, but use your words please.
For fuck's sake, there ARE different kinds of love. I love my daughter, I love my son, I love my Mom, I love my wife.
Is all of that love exactly the same? Of course the fuck not.
Trying to define love in a way that is applicable to a spouse, child, AND parents and other relatives is trying to hammer a square peg into a round hole.
No need to get uptight. I wasn't attacking you.
Also, I'm not really asserting anything. Just wanted to see how you guys weigh in on the subject.
Fuck you, I'm on vacation! I'll get uptight if I want to
and you WILL LOVE it! :lulz:
:wink:
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on August 05, 2010, 09:22:44 PM
EoC, read about love the day a year and a half relationship ends.
FALSE ALARM EVERYTHING IS FINE. THAT'S WHY YOU CAN SEE MY TEETH. TEETH MEANS SMILING RIGHT?
A friend of mine (who you might mistake for a mormon newscaster the way he looks and speaks), recently sent me an email with the unrelated title "Love = bitch dependency disorder".
It made me laugh, but it made me a little thoughtful too, because he's never dated or been in love.
I think that whatever love is, the more you fall in, the more you love the idea of love. It's like bacon for some people though. They go forever not having very good bacon, but they still talk about loving bacon. Because when it's good, it's really really good. Even when it's pretty low-quality bacon, you still eat it and like it.
Love is bacon.
That was an attempt at a frank metaphor, but it came off seeming flip. Disclaimer: I'm being sincere.
wait! is it this?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXcuG28qHsA (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXcuG28qHsA)
Love is the YES! to your NO!
Quote from: Ob_Portu on August 07, 2010, 09:41:53 PM
Love is the YES! to your NO!
Actually it isn't. Your idea is bad, and you should
feel bad.
YES!
Quote from: -Kel- on August 07, 2010, 09:09:38 AM
wait! is it this?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXcuG28qHsA (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXcuG28qHsA)
No, is this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_KFebLWpY0
Quote from: Iason Ouabache on August 09, 2010, 06:48:52 AM
Quote from: -Kel- on August 07, 2010, 09:09:38 AM
wait! is it this?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXcuG28qHsA (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXcuG28qHsA)
No, is this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_KFebLWpY0
:lulz: