What is love?baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more
As much as one may feel compelled to do the Chris Kattan head bob to the preceding lines, please separate the techno beat accompaniment from them(I know this is difficult but bear with me.)
No, I do not know what love is. I cannot shed light on its true meaning, or the symptoms to the disease that plagues so many. I cannot profess to - though at one time I may have. There is an endless supply of books, blogs, magazines, films, and shows that perpetuate some ideal one may or may not meet, create unrealistic expectations, and ultimately the frustration that cause the deterioration of the concept of a "relationship". This then stimulates fear and a self-preservation instinct that creates the entire game-playing, distrustful environment we find ourselves in. Hobbes once detailed such an environment - the state of nature (remember your AP Euro? "nasty, brutish, short"? Fun!). There was another key element of human life beyond the aforementioned stress and self-preservation - DESPERATION. Has the dating world really regressed to such a point? When we cannot even send a text message without sending it to five others or indicating any sort of general interest in the receiving party? The sort of game playing that makes the most seemingly genuine individual the potential player, someone to treated with caution(behavior which typically results in the same sort of disrespectful game-playing). Of course, the irony of it all is that all we "really want", as human beings, is interaction which makes us feel secure. The Haddaway lyrics above illustrate this point.
All we ask is that, when one reveals oneself amidst the intimacy that follows love, the revealee is receptive and cushioning. Love so often opens the door for this mentioned hurt - due to this associated intimacy. Removing one's chestplate permits another to stab you in the heart.
modern translation: remove your bulletproof vest and you gon' get shot!
As much as one may feel compelled to do the Chris Kattan head bob to the preceding lines, please separate the techno beat accompaniment from them(I know this is difficult but bear with me.)
No, I do not know what love is. I cannot shed light on its true meaning, or the symptoms to the disease that plagues so many. I cannot profess to - though at one time I may have. There is an endless supply of books, blogs, magazines, films, and shows that perpetuate some ideal one may or may not meet, create unrealistic expectations, and ultimately the frustration that cause the deterioration of the concept of a "relationship". This then stimulates fear and a self-preservation instinct that creates the entire game-playing, distrustful environment we find ourselves in. Hobbes once detailed such an environment - the state of nature (remember your AP Euro? "nasty, brutish, short"? Fun!). There was another key element of human life beyond the aforementioned stress and self-preservation - DESPERATION. Has the dating world really regressed to such a point? When we cannot even send a text message without sending it to five others or indicating any sort of general interest in the receiving party? The sort of game playing that makes the most seemingly genuine individual the potential player, someone to treated with caution(behavior which typically results in the same sort of disrespectful game-playing). Of course, the irony of it all is that all we "really want", as human beings, is interaction which makes us feel secure. The Haddaway lyrics above illustrate this point.
All we ask is that, when one reveals oneself amidst the intimacy that follows love, the revealee is receptive and cushioning. Love so often opens the door for this mentioned hurt - due to this associated intimacy. Removing one's chestplate permits another to stab you in the heart.
modern translation: remove your bulletproof vest and you gon' get shot!
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