Love

I was in the midst of going on a tirade about people getting plastered on a week day and the types of people I avoid contact with (hint, hint: people getting plastered on week days is one of them), but then I was reminded of a question someone recently asked me, and thought, "Why not focus on something a bit more positive?". Heather (the inquirer) asked me my definition of Love; so, I turned off my Slipknot, threw on some Lana Del Rey (ultra change FTW!) and thought on the idea.

My answer is going to be pretty bad, and I have to say this, not because I am embarrassed by the answer, but because it is such a difficult theme/idea that it takes much more than the amount of thought I've poured into it. That disclaimer released, let me begin.

Love, from a perspective, can be defined as a perception that is encapsulated best by an obsession with a thing (be that thing a physical thing, a person, an idea, etc.) to a point that if that thing separates from your presence it actually creates a reaction of sadness, nostalgia powerful enough to illicit a conscious recognition of said sadness, nostalgia.

(Reads like a scientist, doesn't it? Lol)

Love can be subtle, love can be loud, love can seem obligatory, love can show in the most beautiful of ways and the most horrendous. I could argue that there are almost no instances in which a person does not love - in many cases to a fault. So, what I'm getting at is: Love is not necessarily a positive, but a relatively neutral reaction/feeling. Anyone who understands my philosophies would recognize that I appreciate a neutral, middle of the road view on almost everything. Nothing is absolute if not all is absolute (technically rendering it relative).

Honestly, the writing above is extremely broken and unsatisfactory to my standards, but since I did "disclaim" that the thought processes change, the topic is so vast it crushes single ideas attempting to harness understanding from it - makes things tough to type out. The best way to reach any conclusion on the topic is to discuss, through a medium quicker than writing, with fellows to shave off the more redundant thoughts and really burn a hole in the subject with which to really take more constructed, fleshed out ideas and write them down with more precision and structure.

At any rate, there are some thoughts - raw, weak, but existing - make of them what you will.