Monday, November 24, 2008

More Random Samples

“Love” is a pitiful and foolish basis for decisions. “Love” has never determined how successful or healthy a relationship will be. “Love” is fickle like the weather. It comes and goes with the seasons.

True love however, is the conscious denial and sacrifice of one's self for another. It is not determined by emotions or words, but rather by actions. It is habitual in nature, not emotional. The root of true love is a decision. It is a choice that one makes. In the most healthy of relationships, both members or the relationship make this decision. If someone truly loves someone else, they will put the other's best interest above their own feelings and interests. For example, if your abusive boyfriend really does love you, and simply can't control himself, he would end his proximity to you so you would no longer get hurt until he could find a way to control himself. If he does not do this for your well being, then he doesn't love you, no matter what you think or what he says. It doesn't matter if he can be “so sweet” sometimes, if he hits you when he gets angry and doesn't try to stay away so he won't hit you anymore, then he doesn't really care about you, but rather how you make him feel. This feeling, commonly known as “love,” has no basis or relation to true love.

“Young love” is normally emotional hype and by nature is shallow and fleeting. No, it is not “beautiful,” but rather it is aggravating and foolish. If you get off on being around the other person simply say so. There is no need to try to make it into anything more relevant, deep, or worthwhile than it really is. It's hormones, emotions, and a vast lack of experience to temper your current situation by.

1 comment:

Tori Benden said...

Thanks for the inspiration. I've been dating this guy for a long time, and we recently got engaged. I spent all this time thinking I loved him, but if he loved me he wouldn't be such a pretentious, selfish asshole. He's all, "I'm awesome!" and "I need to sleep!"

Thanks, man. You opened my eyes.

-P.S.: I love you.-