On Love
Lets do something out of character f0r me. Lets talk about something sweet, something everyone enjoys to have.
Lets talk about love.
Oh wait. Did I trick you? I believe I did. I’m not talking about love as a gooshy, cuddly feeling you have when you see your significant other or pet your dog or hug your child. No no, see I’m feeling like taking another look at the concept of love and if you need to blame someone, blame Chuck P for inspiring today’s essay.
You see, there are several concepts of what love is. Its intangible, after all, and different for everyone. If I had to sum it up nicely, love is subjective and changes all the time.
For this essay, for example, love is fear.
“Fear,” you say. “What do you mean by that? How can love be fear?”
Think about it. Love is simply your brain registering another type of fear.
Fear of being alone.
Fear of not being acknowledged.
Fear of not being wanted.
Fear of not having a family.
Fear. Fear. Fear.
Its a subconsious fear of ones self mixed with a desire for human contact. A need for human contact. An obessesion for human contact. People want to be around someone so bad that their brain takes the fear they have and tries to turn it into another emotion! Love is your brain losing control of itself and desperately finding a solution!
Not only that, but look at what people say:
I love my wife. I can’t imagine what life would be like without her.
What they’re really saying is:
I’m afraid. I’m afriad to be alone. If I were left alone, I’d be so afraid that I’d do something horrible.
Or, hell, here’s another:
I’d never cheat on him. I love him.
Its not that I’ve never thought of it. I’m afraid of what he’d do if he found out.
Hell, I can do this all night:
I love my children. I’d never hurt them.
I’ve thought about it on several occasions. I’m just afraid of what would happen if I got caught.
I love my dog. He’s my best friend.
I’m terrified of the thought of him going rabid. I’d kill him if it meant my life or his.
“How awful,” You’re thinking. “How could he think like this. What a terrible person, he’s clearly never been in love.”
Honestly, the question I reply with is “How do you know you’ve been in love?” Haven’t you asked the vague question of “How do you know when you’re in love?” You know the stupid, half assed replies you’ve been given don’t answer the question either.
You’ll know it when you feel it, the most popular one. That cop out doesn’t answer a thing.
One person feels something, another person feels something else. Everyone feels something and they think they’re in love and when the break up happens? “That wasn’t love, that was lust.”
Thats exactly what it all is. Lust.
Lust and Fear.
Thank you for your time. Please continue with your day and enjoy company with the people you love.
But are you sure you love them? Think hard now, before you find yourself saying “That was lust.”
