Love is...
I finally walked away from the annoying on/off relationship with a certain 'love of my life' I've mentioned before.
The truth is I've never had a situation like that before (I call it, rather predictably, the 'Ross and Rachel effect' after the characters in that tedious Friends love storyline) and was always bored by people who insisted on flogging the deceased horse of their relationship so many times when it blatently would never work.
So I was a little perplexed, given my usual insane self preservation failsafe and my inability to empathise with others, as to why I tried so hard and put myself through so much crap to keep something going which was inevitably doomed and not that much fun for either side.
Why do we do it to ourselves?
Humans are very bizarre. Especially when it comes to love. Is odd to think it's just a chemical reaction in the brain and easy to see why so many believe it is something spiritually bestowed upon us from some higher power.
To be completely honest with you I'm beginning to think love is a massive pain in the arse...(figuratively speaking of course).