I am not jaded, nor am I an idealist.
I like love as much as the next person.
I understand that “love” is surrounded by oh so very many factors, and that these factors can be as basic as chemistry, compassion, empathy, passion, patience and etceteras up the yang. What I don’t understand are those who are so selfishly addicted to the stuff that they make a conscious effort to incite the “L” feeling in a counterpart, knowing fully well that they themselves are unable/unwilling to reciprocate. You might ask how success in such a venture is possible. Is insincerity not an Achilles in this case? Would it not be even just ever-so slightly transparent, thus betraying the junkie’s whims?
I thought so too.
But it turns out that these love junkies can be capable of presenting lies as truth, because the lies bely their desired outcome of accessing a genuine, unfiltered love elixir.
Incredible, right?
“I love you, I want to be with you as long as you’ll have me, and let’s make a baby, now.” .
Turns out that he’s just another addict.
Turns out that, in spite of really enjoying feeling in love, I’m enjoying even moreso the fact that I’m no longer a dum dum.
Peace out, Dude.
Love addicts: Sort your stuff out before you ensnare a doe-eyed darling.
Lads and ladies who felt a twinge of familiarity with this scenario, sustaining a sense of self worth can be just as gratifying as that love stuff. —Lucky Rabbit’s Foot
This article appears in Aug 8-14, 2013.
Sheesh! Another one of these things. How is this a bitch? Save this for your creative writing class.
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Are you so insecure of your own opinions that you feel the need to use twenty paragraphs of bluster to say what you could have in five words?
This is like a hostage situation. These words are at gunpoint. Get a little better at this and you could be a good salesman.
Allowing someone to love you can be scary to one who has been repeatedly hurt by those who claimed to love them.
True love doesn’t lie or hurt.
OP is insecure with his/her own feelings about love not their own opinion of love.
Just my own opinion.
Sense of worth does feel good. 🙂
Your writing is beautiful and poetic. Keep the faith, doe-eyed sistah!
Looks like someone’s pants slid right off, with a few smooth words from a popped collar douchebag.
You jelly?
Those with a battering ram want to use it. You just have to get better at guarding the fortress. Pull up that bridge, let them fall into the moat. If worse comes to worse, start pouring the molten lead.
Damn villagers!
Reg just described the recently found porn movie staring the Friendly Giant.
I’ll call Rusty. *starts playing 70s recorder porn music*
Bahawhawhaw – great visual, Scooter! Jerome could do a little whacka-whacka bass line as Friendly strips down to his codpiece.
There was a video years ago called the ‘Funky Giant’ where Rusty gets literally stuffed at (and in) the end.
Hmmmm the Basic’s you say OB
Does ya luv me Jeorgie?
I fuk’s ya don’t I !
As basic as it gets
Jesus H., More, my ex from Yorkshire used to say that – haven’t heard that one in three decades.