I'm better off alone....
So my computer has yet to stop being a conspiring bastard.
Thanks Mr. Computer. I love you too.
On another note, I feel like bitching. I need to vent in order to feel better. This may be in part of my fear of love, or the fact that I have been hurt so many times. But yea. So here I go. Here is what's driving me nuts:
I think love is starting to lose its meaning more and more. Seriously. People throw it around way to much in today's society that people seriously can't distinguish what is lust, and what is love. Look at movies today. Take "Hitch" for example. Claiming you love someone in three days, or three dates. Um, no sorry. That's not how it works. Love at first sight? No. Lust yes...but not love. People wonder why divorce rate is starting to climb, and it's because people are starting to loose sight of what love, and true love is. Love is something that takes, not only a lot of time, but work to get to. You have to spend time with a person, usually months or even years before you can really know that you love them. And love is unconditional. No matter what, no matter the time, the space, you will always care and love a person. That's what unconditonal means...non-stop.
I also hate how people break up after long term relationships, and get into a new relationship that has been lasting for a few months and claim that they have never been happier. Please...you know you said the exact same thing the previous relationship! You were probably just as happy in the first relationship as you are in the second relationship, unless you were being abused. The only reason you claim to be happier now in the second relationship is because nothing has failed yet. You probably thought in the first relationship things could never get any better. That this is going to last because you are so comfortable, so happy, and so in love. And then that falls apart, and you look at the bad in that first relationship, going into the second and just focus on the bad stuff, trying to claim you were never happy in the first relationship. And you know what happens? The second relationship eventually falls apart, probably in the same manor as the first relationship, and you enter a third...and what happens? The cycle starts over again. I know first hand about this cycle. I've been a lot of relationships before.
And the ones that mattered, the ones that were amazing, I find nothing wrong with really. I don't completely focus on all the bad, because there was a lot of good. Other wise, I would not have been with that person for so long. There are a few relationships that I can tell were doomed from the start. Take Jake for example. My dad died and he didn't even hug me. His best friend cried with me, if not harder than me, and held onto me. He was abusive, not just physically, but mentally too. Plus he was cheating on me. But there were some positives about that relationship. He did come and pick me up when I couldn't stand watching my dad suffer and not be able to take care of himself, and Jake would drive to my house, pick me up and take me away to another place. That was probably the only good thing about dating him. But I admit the positives. I'm not saying I was in love in that relationship---but I do have respect of it.
Right now I think I'm just rambling on and on about nothing. I think lack of sleep is starting to take it's toll, and I have vented enough that I'm not as heated about this as I was when I started this post. So mission accomplished.
Thanks Mr. Computer. I love you too.
On another note, I feel like bitching. I need to vent in order to feel better. This may be in part of my fear of love, or the fact that I have been hurt so many times. But yea. So here I go. Here is what's driving me nuts:
I think love is starting to lose its meaning more and more. Seriously. People throw it around way to much in today's society that people seriously can't distinguish what is lust, and what is love. Look at movies today. Take "Hitch" for example. Claiming you love someone in three days, or three dates. Um, no sorry. That's not how it works. Love at first sight? No. Lust yes...but not love. People wonder why divorce rate is starting to climb, and it's because people are starting to loose sight of what love, and true love is. Love is something that takes, not only a lot of time, but work to get to. You have to spend time with a person, usually months or even years before you can really know that you love them. And love is unconditional. No matter what, no matter the time, the space, you will always care and love a person. That's what unconditonal means...non-stop.
I also hate how people break up after long term relationships, and get into a new relationship that has been lasting for a few months and claim that they have never been happier. Please...you know you said the exact same thing the previous relationship! You were probably just as happy in the first relationship as you are in the second relationship, unless you were being abused. The only reason you claim to be happier now in the second relationship is because nothing has failed yet. You probably thought in the first relationship things could never get any better. That this is going to last because you are so comfortable, so happy, and so in love. And then that falls apart, and you look at the bad in that first relationship, going into the second and just focus on the bad stuff, trying to claim you were never happy in the first relationship. And you know what happens? The second relationship eventually falls apart, probably in the same manor as the first relationship, and you enter a third...and what happens? The cycle starts over again. I know first hand about this cycle. I've been a lot of relationships before.
And the ones that mattered, the ones that were amazing, I find nothing wrong with really. I don't completely focus on all the bad, because there was a lot of good. Other wise, I would not have been with that person for so long. There are a few relationships that I can tell were doomed from the start. Take Jake for example. My dad died and he didn't even hug me. His best friend cried with me, if not harder than me, and held onto me. He was abusive, not just physically, but mentally too. Plus he was cheating on me. But there were some positives about that relationship. He did come and pick me up when I couldn't stand watching my dad suffer and not be able to take care of himself, and Jake would drive to my house, pick me up and take me away to another place. That was probably the only good thing about dating him. But I admit the positives. I'm not saying I was in love in that relationship---but I do have respect of it.
Right now I think I'm just rambling on and on about nothing. I think lack of sleep is starting to take it's toll, and I have vented enough that I'm not as heated about this as I was when I started this post. So mission accomplished.