
I don’t think you are wrong at all. I was having this conversation with someone else tonight and I have been thinking about this for a long time. I was thinking about Romantic love, but I was wondering if there is another word for the feelings you could have for another person without the mainstream romantic implications.Why?What what would you replace the word love?
With what word? Curiosity. Or autophobia. Even eremophobia.
That was just off the top of my head, haha. But I suppose being without it prompts people to wonder, “What’s so good about pairing off?” (Sidebar: we are talking romantic love, right?) And I would think — and this is totally biased and cynical on my part, admittedly — one wouldn’t need love or necessarily even desire it if he or she didn’t feel as if he/she was lacking something personally and needing to be reassured or fulfilled in some (imaginary) way.
Of course, I’m used to being wrong.
Hmm. Yeah, I don’t know either. But the word “love” definitely has a little too much emotional real estate under its belt.
“Satellite of Love” - Lou Reed
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rev:
i think i’d be one of the easiest girlfriends to have.
everyone that i personally know who is in a relationship right now is too concerned with the material/social aspects of their relationships. my friends bitch when their boyfriends forget monthly anniversaries, they bitch when their boyfriends don’t meet their idiotic standards of how romantic they can be, they watch what other people’s boyfriends are doing and use this as an excuse to be angry at their significant other for not “going all out” like someone else did, they expect their boyfriends to buy them material things and these objects are the only possible way of proving that they love them. is that all relationships are based off of? routinely buying and receiving gifts from someone so that you can brag to everyone else about how “MY BOYFRIEND IS THE BESTEST BOYFRIEND EVER!!11”? sorry, but just because your man surprises you with flowers for no reason at all does not make him the best boyfriend ever, let alone say anything about his capabilities of being a good partner.
i wouldn’t expect a significant other to buy me anything. you forget anniversaries? i don’t give a shit about anniversaries. maybe if we’ve been together for 49 years and our 50th one is coming up, i can see how that may be a big deal. don’t get me anything for my birthday? i don’t give a shit about my own birthday either. a “Happy Birthday” would suffice. (not to mention that it pisses me off when i see people counting down the days until their birthday. who gives a fuck?!) not buying me real diamond rings and platinum necklaces? guess what, i don’t give a shit. i seriously do not understand the appeal of “real” jewelry. as long as it looks nice i wouldn’t care if it were made out of plastic. Valentine’s Day (which i think is a bullshit holiday anyway) and Christmas? i’d rather you not get me something and we just spend the day together enjoying the holidays, or go play in the snow and look at Christmas lights and bake cupcakes and gingerbread men and make trips to hardware stores so that we can look at the Christmas trees they have on display.
around this time a year or two ago i had these expectations in mind of what i’d want my boyfriend to be like. i felt like i needed to hear “i love you” from someone every 5 seconds in order for it to be true. i felt like they needed to physically show me how much they cared for me by making me stuff or giving me stuff, but then one day i grew up and stopped being irrational and realized how truly stupid that was. as a person who’s never been in a relationship before, i’ve had the advantage of observing others and witnessing how ridiculous some people are, making the same mistakes and holding the same expectations over and over and wondering why it isn’t working out. if everyone just stopped acting like dumbfucks who worry about trivial things, people would be a lot happier.
Be still, my beating heart…
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