Love...Just My Opinion
I'm sick of love.
It's a figment of the imagination. Society, media, history makes it to be something it's not. It's as real to me as God. And I think it's got many similarites. If you believe in it, it's real for you. If not, then it isn't. Sounds simple, but we as human beings (especially us girls) have to complicate matters in order for it to make sense to us. Rationalizing in the most atrocious way...
It's such a foolish thing. But we need it. What would life be without it? We also need entertainment and color and different types of things, we need affection as well. Some more than others, some in different ways than others.
Odd how I can be so frustrated and sick of it, I can be ranting about it not being real... yet not believing in that One True Love, would be so unbefitting. For me, anyways. I believe that it's real for other people but not for me. Just like the "god" thing. It's real for others, but not me. I feel it like it's real, as if nothing can be truer. But I look at other people and think, "If that's what they think love is, than what is this I'm feeling...? How come it's so very different?" A lot of people throw around that word to every other person that crosses their path that looks semi-attractive and might have a thing for them. Why? Why is there a couple people I love deeply, and just one person that really hits me, that really sets every other love apart from it? THAT is true, THAT is real to me. Why can't God? Why can't I believe it when other people tell me they love me sometimes? Is it because I know deep down they couldn't know what love is... (or that I don't believe they could)? Or is it because I'm suspicious and I don't like to believe anything good that has to do with me?
Agh. Well enough of that. I gotta finish a little something and then I'm expecting an important phone call. Wish me luck on my surgery! I'll be fine but it's nice to hear people care about me bein scared *blush*, ya know? :-) be well, have a good night/day.
It's a figment of the imagination. Society, media, history makes it to be something it's not. It's as real to me as God. And I think it's got many similarites. If you believe in it, it's real for you. If not, then it isn't. Sounds simple, but we as human beings (especially us girls) have to complicate matters in order for it to make sense to us. Rationalizing in the most atrocious way...
It's such a foolish thing. But we need it. What would life be without it? We also need entertainment and color and different types of things, we need affection as well. Some more than others, some in different ways than others.
Odd how I can be so frustrated and sick of it, I can be ranting about it not being real... yet not believing in that One True Love, would be so unbefitting. For me, anyways. I believe that it's real for other people but not for me. Just like the "god" thing. It's real for others, but not me. I feel it like it's real, as if nothing can be truer. But I look at other people and think, "If that's what they think love is, than what is this I'm feeling...? How come it's so very different?" A lot of people throw around that word to every other person that crosses their path that looks semi-attractive and might have a thing for them. Why? Why is there a couple people I love deeply, and just one person that really hits me, that really sets every other love apart from it? THAT is true, THAT is real to me. Why can't God? Why can't I believe it when other people tell me they love me sometimes? Is it because I know deep down they couldn't know what love is... (or that I don't believe they could)? Or is it because I'm suspicious and I don't like to believe anything good that has to do with me?
Agh. Well enough of that. I gotta finish a little something and then I'm expecting an important phone call. Wish me luck on my surgery! I'll be fine but it's nice to hear people care about me bein scared *blush*, ya know? :-) be well, have a good night/day.