it's only the third week
and already you're saying "I love you."
How does that happen, exactly?
We may live together, but that doesn't mean that we have the capacity to love each other yet. We may have the capacity to love certain traits about each other, but other than that there's really nothing else.
So I guess it's as I expected. Even regardless of the fact that they've spent more time together than I have with them. They're all the kind of people who warm up to others very quickly. Me? It takes me years sometimes to tell someone I love them.
They're hard words to say, you see. Especially when you're the kind of person who doesn't easily express emotions such as those. Not only did I grow up in a household where my father--to whom I am far more similar than my mother--never said "I love you" or anything, but there's also the sheer fact that I'm, you know, more like my father than my mother.
And that ties in here. I hear them all the time on the phone with their families, saying "I love you" when they hang up. Me? "I'll talk to you later."
By definition, or at least philosophical definition, the word love means "deep devotion." I am not deeply devoted to any of them yet. So how am I to say, when I leave for class, or the grocery store or something, "I love you"? It seems like too short of a time to even be considering those words.
Sometimes I have the thought processes of a man, I swear. Why can't I just be a sole female amidst a bunch of guys...?
But we're drinking tonight. Yes, we are. And so this will be one of my first actual bonding experiences with the five of them. Yay for beer
Guess we'll see what happens...
Peace.
How does that happen, exactly?
We may live together, but that doesn't mean that we have the capacity to love each other yet. We may have the capacity to love certain traits about each other, but other than that there's really nothing else.
So I guess it's as I expected. Even regardless of the fact that they've spent more time together than I have with them. They're all the kind of people who warm up to others very quickly. Me? It takes me years sometimes to tell someone I love them.
They're hard words to say, you see. Especially when you're the kind of person who doesn't easily express emotions such as those. Not only did I grow up in a household where my father--to whom I am far more similar than my mother--never said "I love you" or anything, but there's also the sheer fact that I'm, you know, more like my father than my mother.
And that ties in here. I hear them all the time on the phone with their families, saying "I love you" when they hang up. Me? "I'll talk to you later."
By definition, or at least philosophical definition, the word love means "deep devotion." I am not deeply devoted to any of them yet. So how am I to say, when I leave for class, or the grocery store or something, "I love you"? It seems like too short of a time to even be considering those words.
Sometimes I have the thought processes of a man, I swear. Why can't I just be a sole female amidst a bunch of guys...?
But we're drinking tonight. Yes, we are. And so this will be one of my first actual bonding experiences with the five of them. Yay for beer
Guess we'll see what happens...
Peace.