I don't have an off switch, but I do have neutral.
What do I want to say here?
Do the most good you can.
Yeah, that'll do.
Love is a happy razor bomb. That's not to say that love is a bomb full of schrapnel, its to say love is dangerous like that. Don't hug your flechette, BEWARE OF IT!
It's the single most chaotic force in the human psyche. That's not to say oh, it makes things EXPLODE, chaos just means change, unordinanced naturally occuring change. Don't fear it, but if you can direct it, by all means do so.
Love...
love love love.
What a pain in the ass when someone fakes it.
Even when they fake it and don't know it.
I love.
I've always known how
and it is NOT infatuation.
Love is a partnership, looking out, caring, preocupation with another's happiness and wellbeing, that's why I'm not entirely SHY about saying I love you. Because if I wouldn't shove you in front of a fucking bus- I DO!
Everyone else on the other hand throws it around with
THIS
meaning
"I wanna FUCK you".
...
Fucking is not love.
Having mature consentual SEX is not love.
Making love,unselfishly or intentionally breeding in a healthy, cohabitive and mature relationship
is love.
Helping your friend complete a homework assignment is love.
Offering your coat to a cold person is love.
Being kind is love.
FUCKING
and SPENDING TIME TOGETHER
IS NOT
NOR WILL IT EVER BE
L
O
V
E
.
Stop feigning love and exagerating loss you fools.
I lost.
I exagerated.
But jesus, not to the extent some would naturally have assumed.
Me, I'm not.
You, you're not.
I'm fine.
Just pissed at a liar.
Not missing, not crying.
Injured, insulted, mislead, and more angry at myself for falling into such opaque and consuming deception.
Quite frankly, I think that's more healthy than crying over it.
Get mad!
That person wasn't the right one.
If you tried, and they didn't- GET MAD!
Believe in true love.
YOU DESERVE IT!
FIGHT
for true love.
A true partnership, true understanding, a true coexistence of souls
if you put in more than you get, if the equation never balances, and that relationship ends for whatever reason, mourn the double standard, not the facts, spit on the false advertisement, and the callouses on your heart should be a badge of honor, not a hindering injury.
Rise up.
Learn to love.
Stop crawling in the muck!
It's not hard! Just dismiss your culture's naivety, and embrace what you know is true, and decent, and good in you- what you promise another, give that in earnest
and pray to whatever guide, deity, or idol you lean on (or... y'know, do it yourself) that what you give, what we can ALL give, will be returned.
That is love.
Good night.
