It has begun…the incessant sale of Love. Everywhere you go…shops/stores everywhere have some type of Valentines Day offer. And I don’t have to state how annoying the, get-two-for-one specials are. To me all they are really saying is ‘T…your pathetic, you don’t have anyone who loves you and you never will (and your mother does not count)’ please note that I type this with a sarcastic keyboard.
Maybe my opinion is a bit tainted because I never had a valentine. I was the only person in school buying stuff and sending it to myself. And I could only afford one balloon, rose etc…so I couldn’t even give myself a nice v-day…LOL
But what I really find interesting is how some people go crazy over something that cannot be measured, held, touched, felt. And more importantly, you cannot prove that it exists. (and please don’t make the argument that believing in love is like believe in God. Because it isn’t!! God is beyond anything your brain can ever comprehend)
If someone came up to you and said ‘I love you’. And you had no feelings for them, what difference would it make to your life? But if someone you profess to love says the same thing, oh my word…the sun, the moon and the stars all stop and gaze at you. For you are the most shinny thing in the universe at that moment in time. Yet, just by saying it, doesn’t necessarily make it true. But whether it is true or not, the only person love really affects is the giver. Nothing happens to the receiver unless Love takes the form of objects, in that case the receiver gets stuff.
Yet, people are obsessed with Love. It surprises me how many people are interested in your love life. Even on the blog…you will get twice as many people commenting on a blog about broken or fixed hearts than you would an intellectually stimulating topic. Am I the only one who thinks that’s weird? Don’t get me wrong, I do it too…when someone writes about their relationship I read it with childish enthusiasm. Why? Maybe its because just listening or reading about a happy love story fills you up with…Hope. That one day…one day it will happen. People tend to idealise the concept of love making it into something that it is not. And the lack of it…makes us feel that we are not worthy.
Peoples lives have been changed, destroyed almost. All in the name of love. And here we are dedicating a whole day of wearing red and white to honour it?? I think we spend too much time worrying, thinking about something that really in its essence…is nothing.
All love is really good for is making fools of us all.
To All the People We Grew Old With
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