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In my head, it feels like lately, love is just another four letter word.
It's not okay to say, every time that I catch it running throu--or trying to run through--my head I shout at it and command it to "STOP!" and "HALT RIGHT THERE!"
I immediately question the thought, and I find myself saying things like, "Hey, do you really love (whatever)? Or do you just really enjoy it, care about whatever it is? What's the real deal? Don't just go saying you love something just because you like it. That's not rational, nor cool, not is it hardly an accurate use of the word, cut it out!"
Half the time that stops after "What's the real deal?" without all the additional negativity.
I'm just...it's all about taking risks, isn't it?
It's not okay to say, every time that I catch it running throu--or trying to run through--my head I shout at it and command it to "STOP!" and "HALT RIGHT THERE!"
I immediately question the thought, and I find myself saying things like, "Hey, do you really love (whatever)? Or do you just really enjoy it, care about whatever it is? What's the real deal? Don't just go saying you love something just because you like it. That's not rational, nor cool, not is it hardly an accurate use of the word, cut it out!"
Half the time that stops after "What's the real deal?" without all the additional negativity.
I'm just...it's all about taking risks, isn't it?