There seems to have been quite the flood of "love" threads recently, but why are we all so bothered about it? The way people talk about it, it's like the moment you are not "loved" your intestines force their way out through your belly button. Quite frankly, love is far from essential.
I have been alone most of my life. Any attempt to fix that has failed, so I don't think it will ever change. But do I not still breath? Can I not walk? Do I not, despite this supposedly terrible lack of something essential to humanity, pee properly on a regular basis? It may be wishful thinking, and correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think I've exploded.
I still have ambitions. I still enjoy some of life, I've even been known to smile on occasion. Yes, I am lonely. Sometimes terribly so. Sometimes I want to rip myself apart. But I still live. And the worst times have always been after another rejection or dumping. It appears once someone gets too used to company, they become dependent. But I survived. And I will survive longer, and achieve my goals, despite whatever isolation life throws my way.
My point is that maybe too much us made of love. It is made up to be an oxygen like crucial element, but it is not. Bitter? Perhaps, but as I stated, still alive despite the popular view that without love my heart would implode.
So does anyone agree? Or am I just a bitter fool?
EDIT: ah. It appears although I have not exploded, but the poll did.
I have been alone most of my life. Any attempt to fix that has failed, so I don't think it will ever change. But do I not still breath? Can I not walk? Do I not, despite this supposedly terrible lack of something essential to humanity, pee properly on a regular basis? It may be wishful thinking, and correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think I've exploded.
I still have ambitions. I still enjoy some of life, I've even been known to smile on occasion. Yes, I am lonely. Sometimes terribly so. Sometimes I want to rip myself apart. But I still live. And the worst times have always been after another rejection or dumping. It appears once someone gets too used to company, they become dependent. But I survived. And I will survive longer, and achieve my goals, despite whatever isolation life throws my way.
My point is that maybe too much us made of love. It is made up to be an oxygen like crucial element, but it is not. Bitter? Perhaps, but as I stated, still alive despite the popular view that without love my heart would implode.
So does anyone agree? Or am I just a bitter fool?
EDIT: ah. It appears although I have not exploded, but the poll did.