Wednesday, June 09, 2004
I love that heart-shaped moneymaker
I meant the actual human heart you tailless twits. As a warning, this one is all about love and how I perceive it. Put your life in soft focus, feel the gentle breeze waft through your silk nightgown and read on.
Do you want to know what love is? I mean do you actually have a true longing to know what this thing is all about? Well, here's one more opinion to throw into the pot. It's a sickening wave of helplessness and happiness. It's completely unpredictable and dramatic, and therefore it is also customizable and marketable. Love is the sensation that has sold more books, tickets, records and merchandise than anything else in the world. It is the source for spending and invention. It got us meat to cook and the fire to cook it. Love is the rabbit we chase our whole lives. But few would deny that it can be nice to be pelted with rabbit lookalikes from the bleachers and get charged for the experience.
The pessimists can say that it is greed; that we do all of these things because serving love serves ourselves. Yes, that's true. Congratulations, you've entered the realm of deductive reasoning. Hang around here for a few more years and you may just peel back the layer on the argument onion that I'm talking about. Yes we serve ourselves, we are not ants. If you truly believe that love is nothing more than a melding and mixing of all our own selfish wants, then you are dead wrong about love. If that were all there was to it, we could predict it with just a simple knowledge of ourselves. We could control love. We don't. You're wrong. Read more Poe and Nitchze.
The naive see love as this mystical attachment to the one that you were born to be with. This one is horseshit. I wasn't meant to be with Nina. I was meant to be a seven foot tall vampire hunter in the east indies smoking hookas and learning how to fly. But I chose to walk this path with this woman I love. Love is not about destiny. Love is beautiful, but it can be explained. It has logic and a rational foundation. Emotions are erratic, but that's the most predictable thing about them.
Love can be dealt with two ways. It can be had, felt, and known by those who are fortunate enough to encounter it. Or it can also be explained through some medium and sold to those who have not. Everyone has their favorite trope for it. Love is a flower. Love is in a child's laughter. What metaphor in life best suits the true reality of love? None, because love is this truly intangible blend of the inevitable actions inherant to the human condition, and emotional reaction as determined by our genetics and rearing. But just for the hell of it, here's mine. Love is like punk music. How, you ask? First, don't ever question me. Second, allow me to quote Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day:
"A guy comes up to me and asks: 'What's punk?' I kick over a garbage can and say: 'That's punk.' He then kicks over the garbage can and asks: 'Thats punk?' and I say: 'No, that's trendy.' "
What this means is that you have to figure it out for yourself. The more effort you put into imitating whatever example for love you've chosen, the further you get from understanding love's true nature. To me love is just another part of who I am and you can't have it by imitating me or anyone else. We all love something; money or fame or The Facts of Life. But being in love with another person and spending your entire life working through hardships just to get those little pangs of purity that run through you and change your life for about ten seconds? Now that's something quite different.
What bothers me about most people when it comes to love is that everyone seems to think that they have been there before. You all know that guy who speaks of love in unison with Slayer. And we've all met a girl who has a book or a song or a movie that purely embodies what love is and who knows that she is automatically entitled to it. After all, she's such a hopeless romantic that it's impossible that she'd reach 35 and marry the first wife-beating alcoholic unemployable shitheel that says 'bless you'. Nay, she will no doubt become the embodiment of love that she heard in some cupid-blessed country song. Now I'm feeling hate.
Quick question, why do female country singers write about how great their love is and male country stars write about hanging out with their friends? I was just wondering.
Earlier, I gave you, my loyal fanbase of nobody, a few pointers on how to bed the opposite sex, if the opposite sex is female that is. Getting laid is great, I'm quite a fan of the coital arts. But love is hardly able to be expressed through sex. I only mention this because nearly every movie I see where the man realizes he actually loves "really really really loves" that woman then cuts directly to his bed and them humping in slow motion kissing and sharing a loving pant. It is true that in those moments I discussed above we are prone to engage in some nakedness, but that's little more than a reaction to feeling love, not love itself. Albeit at age 16 it seemed they were the same.
The truth of my love is this: I asked my wife to marry me because I loved her. I married her because I was getting ready to leave for Air Force basic training and the gub-ment wouldn't let her move to my first station if we were just engaged. I swore to support my wife through emotional and physical trauma that she's seen because I loved her. I listened to her and brought her a pain pill because I wanted her to not be in pain much like any other friend I have. I believe in her because I love her. I encourage her because I need her to improve herself so that she doesn't get stagnant and boring to herself or me.
So that's love. And I'm up to my neck in it. I wouldn't trade it for anything. But my life isn't great. It's barely alright. And my relationship with Nina flutters around beyond my understanding or control. But I'm in love and that's what we do. And it's what I'll do for the rest of my life, just passing time between the pangs.
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Do you want to know what love is? I mean do you actually have a true longing to know what this thing is all about? Well, here's one more opinion to throw into the pot. It's a sickening wave of helplessness and happiness. It's completely unpredictable and dramatic, and therefore it is also customizable and marketable. Love is the sensation that has sold more books, tickets, records and merchandise than anything else in the world. It is the source for spending and invention. It got us meat to cook and the fire to cook it. Love is the rabbit we chase our whole lives. But few would deny that it can be nice to be pelted with rabbit lookalikes from the bleachers and get charged for the experience.
The pessimists can say that it is greed; that we do all of these things because serving love serves ourselves. Yes, that's true. Congratulations, you've entered the realm of deductive reasoning. Hang around here for a few more years and you may just peel back the layer on the argument onion that I'm talking about. Yes we serve ourselves, we are not ants. If you truly believe that love is nothing more than a melding and mixing of all our own selfish wants, then you are dead wrong about love. If that were all there was to it, we could predict it with just a simple knowledge of ourselves. We could control love. We don't. You're wrong. Read more Poe and Nitchze.
The naive see love as this mystical attachment to the one that you were born to be with. This one is horseshit. I wasn't meant to be with Nina. I was meant to be a seven foot tall vampire hunter in the east indies smoking hookas and learning how to fly. But I chose to walk this path with this woman I love. Love is not about destiny. Love is beautiful, but it can be explained. It has logic and a rational foundation. Emotions are erratic, but that's the most predictable thing about them.
Love can be dealt with two ways. It can be had, felt, and known by those who are fortunate enough to encounter it. Or it can also be explained through some medium and sold to those who have not. Everyone has their favorite trope for it. Love is a flower. Love is in a child's laughter. What metaphor in life best suits the true reality of love? None, because love is this truly intangible blend of the inevitable actions inherant to the human condition, and emotional reaction as determined by our genetics and rearing. But just for the hell of it, here's mine. Love is like punk music. How, you ask? First, don't ever question me. Second, allow me to quote Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day:
"A guy comes up to me and asks: 'What's punk?' I kick over a garbage can and say: 'That's punk.' He then kicks over the garbage can and asks: 'Thats punk?' and I say: 'No, that's trendy.' "
What this means is that you have to figure it out for yourself. The more effort you put into imitating whatever example for love you've chosen, the further you get from understanding love's true nature. To me love is just another part of who I am and you can't have it by imitating me or anyone else. We all love something; money or fame or The Facts of Life. But being in love with another person and spending your entire life working through hardships just to get those little pangs of purity that run through you and change your life for about ten seconds? Now that's something quite different.
What bothers me about most people when it comes to love is that everyone seems to think that they have been there before. You all know that guy who speaks of love in unison with Slayer. And we've all met a girl who has a book or a song or a movie that purely embodies what love is and who knows that she is automatically entitled to it. After all, she's such a hopeless romantic that it's impossible that she'd reach 35 and marry the first wife-beating alcoholic unemployable shitheel that says 'bless you'. Nay, she will no doubt become the embodiment of love that she heard in some cupid-blessed country song. Now I'm feeling hate.
Quick question, why do female country singers write about how great their love is and male country stars write about hanging out with their friends? I was just wondering.
Earlier, I gave you, my loyal fanbase of nobody, a few pointers on how to bed the opposite sex, if the opposite sex is female that is. Getting laid is great, I'm quite a fan of the coital arts. But love is hardly able to be expressed through sex. I only mention this because nearly every movie I see where the man realizes he actually loves "really really really loves" that woman then cuts directly to his bed and them humping in slow motion kissing and sharing a loving pant. It is true that in those moments I discussed above we are prone to engage in some nakedness, but that's little more than a reaction to feeling love, not love itself. Albeit at age 16 it seemed they were the same.
The truth of my love is this: I asked my wife to marry me because I loved her. I married her because I was getting ready to leave for Air Force basic training and the gub-ment wouldn't let her move to my first station if we were just engaged. I swore to support my wife through emotional and physical trauma that she's seen because I loved her. I listened to her and brought her a pain pill because I wanted her to not be in pain much like any other friend I have. I believe in her because I love her. I encourage her because I need her to improve herself so that she doesn't get stagnant and boring to herself or me.
So that's love. And I'm up to my neck in it. I wouldn't trade it for anything. But my life isn't great. It's barely alright. And my relationship with Nina flutters around beyond my understanding or control. But I'm in love and that's what we do. And it's what I'll do for the rest of my life, just passing time between the pangs.
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