My depressive teacher lectured on Romeo & Juliet, emphasizing their young puppy love and how audiences enjoy the classic because they are reminded of something they can no longer feel. He said, that love, obsessive-compulsive love, is only for immature people and that once we mature, something inside of us die and we can never feel that way again
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I'm 25 and I still kiss my husband in public.. I still hold his hand every chance I get, I still look forward to seeing him every moment I have with him, and I still can't help but hug him randomly just because he's him. I think my views on love have definitely changed as I've grown, but nothing died -- if anything, it grew. I have a different sort of understanding about it now than I ever did -- nothing is finite, or terrifying, or too fast, like I felt it was as a teenager.
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...And what I'm saying is that I feel like I missed out on it completely. ;_;
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I hope I never end up like that although I know that fairytale endings aren't very realistic. I still don't think it's impossible to feel the same, i dunno, fire that you felt when you were younger. Hehe, of course, I'm probably not old enough to actually know how the 'old farts' feel :P
You think I plan ahead? I moved to a new country i one month, and I'm quite happy with this rather spontaneous act of madness. Why plan three years ahead? Just wait and see what happens. At least my plans quite often fail.
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