Procrastinating leads to pontificating and, as this is a topic upon which I have pondered a lot lately, (and also because I'm having issues writing my World Civ paper), here I go
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I might not be the best source of wisdom in this arena, especially now, but...
Real love is definitely not like fictional love.
Love is in the details, the every day. You want stability and safety, and that lies in routine, not in the grand gesture. The occasional grand, giddy gesture is fun. It's good. I think it's even important to have. But you can't expect it all the time - I doubt you'd even like the reality of it all the time.
You don't want consumed - there needs to be room for you. I would hold out for, "Happy" rather than "Content" though.
Your procrastinating instead of writing a paper for B-K totally kicks the ass of mine. At least you have a lovely creative ramble, i have 2 paragraphs and have checked my e-mail...oh and now I have sent you a comment. Best of luck dera. We'll discuss things in depth later. Also could you e-mail me details about Friday laurion would like to come with us if that is ok. love ya babe.
i have coem to digest and become content withthe differences between the love i read about and the love i expoerienced. i have concluded that thelove descried in books meant for people under 17 is the kidnof love you get if you are under 17 and fall in love - fast, furious, consuming, it burns itself out, that is why one is told not to marry young :). if you read books that are designed for adults, the ones that don't always have happy endings, those portray love in a somewhat more realistic way. the example that springs to mind is War and Peace. after i read it, somewhere aroudn age 7, any other "happy-ending" book i encountered i treated nto so much with skepticism but with a knowledge that if those peopelgot it, they were lucky, it doesn't happen automatically
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No worries, luv...cristovauApril 14 2004, 10:10:30 UTC
I suspect there are as more forms of love than people in the world. Love does sweep you off your feet sometimes, and other times it gently knocks on your door. I don't doubt you've felt Cinderella-like sometimes with your sweetie. Love doesn't have to be full of declarations, grand gestures and odes. That's mere romance and not love at all.
And words are playful things. Their meanings sway and vary. Sometimes they gain intensity from the person who says them. Poetry is poetry. I could flower you with a dozen sweetnesses in an instance, but it's no measure of love. Love is it's own measure.
If you need the words, they are all still there waiting on the page. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence! Love takes the meaning in love's conference. I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit So that but one heart we can make of it; Two bosoms interchained with an oath; So then two bosoms and a single troth. Then by your side no bed-room me deny; For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
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Real love is definitely not like fictional love.
Love is in the details, the every day. You want stability and safety, and that lies in routine, not in the grand gesture. The occasional grand, giddy gesture is fun. It's good. I think it's even important to have. But you can't expect it all the time - I doubt you'd even like the reality of it all the time.
You don't want consumed - there needs to be room for you. I would hold out for, "Happy" rather than "Content" though.
Good luck on the paper...
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And words are playful things. Their meanings sway and vary. Sometimes they gain intensity from the person who says them. Poetry is poetry. I could flower you with a dozen sweetnesses in an instance, but it's no measure of love. Love is it's own measure.
If you need the words, they are all still there waiting on the page.
O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence!
Love takes the meaning in love's conference.
I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit
So that but one heart we can make of it;
Two bosoms interchained with an oath;
So then two bosoms and a single troth.
Then by your side no bed-room me deny;
For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
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