I have been doing a lot of thinking lately about love. One question, in particular, is holding my interest: is the love for a dear friend the same as the love for a romantic other? How are the two different
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This is my first time meeting you, or so I think. No one ever knows whether thought written is really thoughts at all or are they just giving muscle to a skeleton of interweb, but I suppose you're not one of them, are you?
If I catch you around school, quit clasping to your genius; you are great Atlas with the worries of the world on your scrawny back blades. Go down to Blackbird Bakery, but don't sit inside debating life, instead, lounge outside and play chess with a passerby. While crossing a street jump from white line to the next as if anything else would burn you. I sense you lack simple joy.
You write boldly; indeed, patronizingly. Tell me, are you so insecure as to need to hide behind anonymity?
You say this is your first time meeting me. How, then, can you critique me? How can you declare that I lack joy? Has it occured to you that debating life is my simple joy?
How are we to correspond If I don't know who you are? Tell me, friend, what is your name?
To answer: I assume boldly because to make assumptions of what sparks my curiosity, is perhaps the only way to get an honest response? And insecurity; I cannot argue.
Secondly, I’ll let you in on a little secret: I always thought you were bullshit at school. I simply think now that I’m mistaken after [unintentionally] tripping across your log. You curiousiate me. And, I know, ‘curiousiate’ is not a verb in existence. (That is, until I can make enough Americans use it.)
You say you want to meet ME. US. THEM. Wouldn’t my identity, even in its smallest degree, create bias in what we may converse about?
Can you have a simple joy if there is so much brain power involved?
We can stop here if you’d prefer. It was nice getting my two-bits, 10 yen, a lb., couple dollar bills in your mind. If you’d like to continue, well, the internet is the vortex of communication and we could perhaps exchange addresses before both sinking in the black hole of blissful ignorance of each other.
I realize this is a little late but I just stumbled upon it....
anonymous
April 11 2006, 02:38:28 UTC
It isn't the same. I love people all over but for different reasons. Biologically I don't want to make them all my future partners, but the love is as strong, if not stronger, for friends and family (or it can be). Pheramones (i suck at the spelling) and chemistry are two very important things in a love-type relationship. Ideally, however, your lover or partner would be your best friend (or one of your best friends) as well. Everyone is bi to a certain degree but most will not admit it, esp. if they are male (sucky double standards). So love can't be the same, not in our species. Or that's (some) of how I see it; would love to know your reasoning though... Nyssa
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If I catch you around school, quit clasping to your genius; you are great Atlas with the worries of the world on your scrawny back blades. Go down to Blackbird Bakery, but don't sit inside debating life, instead, lounge outside and play chess with a passerby. While crossing a street jump from white line to the next as if anything else would burn you. I sense you lack simple joy.
We should correspond via massive internet.
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You say this is your first time meeting me. How, then, can you critique me? How can you declare that I lack joy? Has it occured to you that debating life is my simple joy?
How are we to correspond If I don't know who you are? Tell me, friend, what is your name?
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Secondly, I’ll let you in on a little secret: I always thought you were bullshit at school. I simply think now that I’m mistaken after [unintentionally] tripping across your log. You curiousiate me. And, I know, ‘curiousiate’ is not a verb in existence. (That is, until I can make enough Americans use it.)
You say you want to meet ME. US. THEM. Wouldn’t my identity, even in its smallest degree, create bias in what we may converse about?
Can you have a simple joy if there is so much brain power involved?
We can stop here if you’d prefer. It was nice getting my two-bits, 10 yen, a lb., couple dollar bills in your mind. If you’d like to continue, well, the internet is the vortex of communication and we could perhaps exchange addresses before both sinking in the black hole of blissful ignorance of each other.
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Conversing and interacting are both simple joys. Using my brain is simply a related luxury.
Knowing your name would not bias me, it would help me decipher your bias. What is your name?
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