WHAT IS LOVE?
December 19th 2007 22:34
Love is this definition that sways and shapes itself according to my mood. Sometimes I can be the most sentimental prick and say that love is unconditional, love is never jealous, love is kind and never racist or sexist or politically incorrect or is against terrorism or is Pro Labor or however the Bible passage goes. But then, I’m very conditional, sometimes a racist joke or absolutely sexist joke slips out of my mouth and onto the completely wrong people, and yeah, awkward, and you know what, I get jealous a lot, too, especially with Michael Buble, but don’t ask me why. So does that mean I’m loveless? Sometimes I think love consists of those moments when you hear that really good, sappy song for the first time, and you just think of some person you’re infatuated with or going out with or broken up with and you think, “I want to make things work, because I’m in love,” and you get flat our rejected because the other person wasn’t listening to a sappy song and was in a completely different mood. Sometimes I think love is about my family, because they’re the only people who have ever accepted me for who I am. They’ve smelt my morning breath and not kicked me out of home or broken up with me. I can get a girlfriend and they won’t call me a cheater. I can yell at them, but they won’t make me sleep on the couch or kick me out. They’ve withstood the bad singing. Sometimes lust makes love. Sometimes, like right now, I think some people want to die just so that a lot of people would go to their funeral and cry. Admit it, you’ve fantasised about it once in a while. I can’t wait to go to heaven, actually. I can be naked all the time and have a lot of fun. It would be so good. I think people are so pathetic sometimes and it makes me angry because I can’t do anything about it, I still care for them. Sometimes I don’t want to love at all. I just want to feel nothing and think about nothing and just make mistakes at the expense of someone else, which is stupid and heinous of me, I know, and once in a while, when things get bad, I want to be vindictive and get people back because sometimes things are crappy. It feels good to love someone who loves you in return. Sometimes I think love is withstanding someone who’s absolutely harsh. It’s about being a stupid, pussy whipped moron. It’s about doing all sorts of things for someone and liking it, no matter how crazy those things are. Sometimes it’s laughing with friends or turning up to parties. Sometimes it’s reaching out to skinny poor people without complaining. It’s about seeing people as people and not being so damn judgemental. Sometimes I think love is that feeling of insecurity, that ominous rock in your belly when you know you might lose someone, or you will lose someone, or when you have lost someone, so you say your eulogy or whatever, and the heart breaks and you get all sentimental and you doubt and regret and learn and be hopeful and things move on from there. I guess love is unconditional, but only sometimes.
I did not create this movie or personally know the person behind it. But watch it.
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Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
I love the way you have tried to define it ... No doubt about it, it's a shape-shifter.
Thomas Moreton once said that a spiritual life is essential to love. He says that 'to love,' is to be in communion with the other and to discover in that other the spark of God.
Not definitive, but interesting.
Merry Christmas !!
Lilla ...
Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
Comment by Lara M
Love Speaks
Food Slate
Comment by KylieW
Celebrity Obsession
Love the way you tried to define it too. Love is all that. And none of it. And some of it.
Its all just too confusing!!!
Kylie
Comment by Always Eighteen
Always Eighteen
I heard that in some cultures, there is no word for love. Maybe there shouldn't be a word for love. Maybe it should just be something that is simply there, something we feel.
Lilla, I love that song too
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
Merry Christmas Dean..
~Lily
Comment by Always Eighteen
Always Eighteen
Glad you enjoyed it
Merry Christmas to you too, I hope you had a good one.