Wednesday, October 29, 2008
am-blog-saimo!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
init ulo?
In a few hours i'll be taking my final exams and yet i'm sitting in front of my pc in the middle of the night trying to organize a few thoughts which gave me a serious headache a few hours ago.
Is love something we choose to feel or something we feel that affects our choices?
Trying to be sweet I asked what could be the best answer to the question "Why do you love me?"
I thought I was being sweet when I answered "Where do i start?" Roman said, "I love you because I choose to..." Or something to that effect. (And no, he wasn't directing that at me, he was simply answering a question). And then he asked what is love not?
My nose started bleeding then and there. I couldn't even define love in solid words and now he's asking me to tell him what it is not. But for the sake of argument I said it's not hate, nor anything that is not good. Conversation got lengthy until for reasons I can no longer remember he gave Kenshin Homura as an example. My mouth fell open. What the f's Kenshin's doing here? Shouldn't he be slashing and thrusting his samurai somewhere else?
At any rate, going back, is love something we choose to feel or something we feel that affects our choices?
I say it's the latter. Although our choices are affected not only by what we feel but by thought as well, it's a major player in decision making. You don't choose to feel. You simply don't.
Take a banana and an apple. If you like an apple more than a banana, you would of course choose that. You don't choose then convince yourself later that that is what you want. We have an expression for that, you know. That one that asks, "Who are you trying to fool?"
I'm not making away (lurve yah, roman). I'm simply trying to make a point (and a blog entry)... I feel strongly against his point (or what I think is his point because I may be wrong) because... well...take my case: I want to be in love. But I can't just point my finger at someone then say "I'm going to fall in love with you!" I think it's crazy.
You can maybe learn to love a person but that's reaching for the moon. Love comes out of nowhere and hits you flat on the face so fast you don't know what he you until you're all dreamy-eyed and shitty and always running out of load. That's what I think.
It may be a fantasy. But isn't fantasy so much sweeter than reality?
