On the subject of human relationships
I say maybe frequently, and maybe it's due to the fact that I am afraid to be unsure. What a paradox. When contemplating the characteristics of human interaction, it's a very amusing concept. I've had so many experiences with love that have gone sour, it's hard to see things from another's point of view. I envision a love that will outlast time itself, and then I open my eyes and seep back into reality, slowly but surely. People everywhere can hold an intelligent conversation on thier views of relationships. Love is nothing more than a chemcial reaction in the brain that is triggered by sight, hence love at first sight. Sure, one could argue that love in in fact an emotion, but is seems to me like the viceral prospect of emotion emerges only after the relationship has wilted. Give or take a few factors, love can be rendered quite useless. That's just not the way I feel, however. I would like to believe that love can be a nessecity in our culture today, provided family contacts are deteriorating. It's not a simple subject to muse over, despite it's muse worthy-ness. Maybe I am just trying to justify my opinion. Isn't that what everyone does? My curiosity fades to sadness now and again. Unknowing, in my eyes respectively, is worse than a perpetual dream that there is someone perfect for someone else. It's not a logical theory, regardless of my rashinalizations.