What is love anyways? I like to call it a rationalization of obsessive emotions that one feels for a person. Essentially, its a word used to describe feelings that cannot be described under “normal” circumstances. Of course, this point is up for debate, and being that I’ve argued my side down so many times, I’m not willing to turn it into an argument today.
So why am I posting about love? Because its awful. Its used as an awful excuse for poor behavior, and its an awful word spit at someone who may or may not be feeling the same way, just as a measure to keep them close (in other words, playing the guilt card). At least, those have been my encounters and experiences.
Anyways, I watched an interesting and hilarious rom-com (I know, its so unlike me to do so) called Love and Other Disasters that of course, got me thinking about love. The movie made a pretty valid point: you don’t know who your soulmate will be, so you have to stop idealizing it, step out of your comfort zone, and give love a chance.
But at what point do you stop giving love a chance? Or at what point do you realize that your given chances are to people all too similar who you know are all wrong for you, yet you still keep going for the type? When do you break that cycle? When is it okay to take a break from giving people chances and just focusing on yourself?
Or, how do we know we’re not staring at our soulmate on the daily? Are they someone we talk to regularly and we don’t realize that they’re meant to be our life partner?
I don’t know. I’m actually fearing the answer, because I’m not prepared to accept that person into my life. Its just easier for me not to have to choose, and instead just wait until options fade down to one choice or bust. Or maybe I’m wrong about everything.
I’m not in love. At least, not that I know of…