Love and Cynicism
Why are humans so obsessed with the concept of love?
Love does not make you happy. Love makes you vulnerable, miserable- they never asked for that piece of your heart, honey, and they can give it back or toss it out or pin it on the wall with hundreds of others, a trophy for future contemplation. She takes the weak points in your armor and forces them apart, convincing you that you really don't need to be so cautious. People aren't as bad as they seem, look at x, y, z- here she inserts names and faces, playing upon familiarity and kindness.
The physical, pheromone induced infatuation lasts approximately three years in humans- enough time to procreate and raise a child past the point of the first few years of life. And after that? Do we just become so comfortable in our habits that one specific person is ok? Is that how it works?
Human history is full of romantic fantasies- love ballads, myths- Tristan and Isolde, Cupid and Psyche, as your Classical/European representatives- those that end "happily ever after" as well as those that do not- Romeo and Juliet, Red, I'm looking at you. What is it about the idea of "being in love" that is so attractive? Love does not offer stability. It does not offer shelter, food, power, wealth- it only offers itself. Is that enough? Love does not solve problems on it's own. It can offer support, but it cannot create it when there is none already.
I will not be my mother, I will not try to rescue someone, and think I can change this rebel without a cause only with love. She endured thirty odd years of control and abuse- I will not make the same mistake. Marco's surprised that I never had a boyfriend in high school. Why would I have? There was no one of interest, and I was unconvinced any would look twice at me. I was an angry feminist and I'd been emotionally abused for years. Can you blame me for being skittish?
College life has been a learning experience. Of the sort where you jump and try to miss the ground. It's had good points as well, but I still remain a cynic. I'm headed abroad soon, and I keep getting the "bring back a British accent and a cute lad." Yes, Marco and I ARE still involved, and it's not a problem if we get involved with other people, as long as it's well communicated. Considering I'm a sea hag and not the best at keeping in touch with people, we'll see how this goes. Not so much an enthusiast on the open relationship right now, considering how things went the last time, but, we'll see.
(I'm angry right now, but this rant has been building for a few years, so bear with me....)
I suppose that's all for now. Any feedback is welcome, despite my temper-mental nature.
Love does not make you happy. Love makes you vulnerable, miserable- they never asked for that piece of your heart, honey, and they can give it back or toss it out or pin it on the wall with hundreds of others, a trophy for future contemplation. She takes the weak points in your armor and forces them apart, convincing you that you really don't need to be so cautious. People aren't as bad as they seem, look at x, y, z- here she inserts names and faces, playing upon familiarity and kindness.
The physical, pheromone induced infatuation lasts approximately three years in humans- enough time to procreate and raise a child past the point of the first few years of life. And after that? Do we just become so comfortable in our habits that one specific person is ok? Is that how it works?
Human history is full of romantic fantasies- love ballads, myths- Tristan and Isolde, Cupid and Psyche, as your Classical/European representatives- those that end "happily ever after" as well as those that do not- Romeo and Juliet, Red, I'm looking at you. What is it about the idea of "being in love" that is so attractive? Love does not offer stability. It does not offer shelter, food, power, wealth- it only offers itself. Is that enough? Love does not solve problems on it's own. It can offer support, but it cannot create it when there is none already.
I will not be my mother, I will not try to rescue someone, and think I can change this rebel without a cause only with love. She endured thirty odd years of control and abuse- I will not make the same mistake. Marco's surprised that I never had a boyfriend in high school. Why would I have? There was no one of interest, and I was unconvinced any would look twice at me. I was an angry feminist and I'd been emotionally abused for years. Can you blame me for being skittish?
College life has been a learning experience. Of the sort where you jump and try to miss the ground. It's had good points as well, but I still remain a cynic. I'm headed abroad soon, and I keep getting the "bring back a British accent and a cute lad." Yes, Marco and I ARE still involved, and it's not a problem if we get involved with other people, as long as it's well communicated. Considering I'm a sea hag and not the best at keeping in touch with people, we'll see how this goes. Not so much an enthusiast on the open relationship right now, considering how things went the last time, but, we'll see.
(I'm angry right now, but this rant has been building for a few years, so bear with me....)
I suppose that's all for now. Any feedback is welcome, despite my temper-mental nature.