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"I may have the emotional range of a teaspoon, but at least I'm attempting to fill the goddamn teaspoon." - me. ahahah.
I’m so sick and tired of seeing all these posts on blogsecret and lj secret. Y’know the ones. “MY LIFE SUCKS BECAUSE I CAN’T FIND A BOY/GIRL/TRANSGENDERED WHELK TO LOVE ME.” How is this a secret? By posting those secrets, they communicate to the world that they are timid and shy, that they are fearful of the love and attention, or fearful of the lack of it. They have no reason to think this way. The main reason they haven’t found love is because they haven’t gone looking for it. Love isn’t something that just pops up out of nowhere and happens like in the movies. Love has to be worked on and cultivated. It starts out with something, anything (I mean, Stockholm Syndrome happens for a reason) and then grows into something completely ridiculously amazing. They can say, “Oh, I’m too fat.” There are fat boys/girls/transgendered whelks with that same amount of self-esteem out there too. They can say, “Oh, I’m too weird.” Do I actually need to say anything about that statement? I have pictures. They can even say, “Oh, I’m too shy.” I can say right back, “Get over it.” No one’s going to be your colloquial “knight in shining armor.” Nobody ever got anywhere by “being shy.” Get somewhere.
I’m sick of Disney’s portrayal of love. That love is this automatically wonderful feeling. Yes, it’s wonderful, but a lot of the time, it’s other thing’s too. Love is about getting hurt, becoming vunerable, shedding your pride, and being uncontrollably horny all in the span of less than five minutes. Love is about immersing yourself into something so much that Buddha would be spinning in his grave from all the attachment. Love is existentialism for another person.
Love is fucking ridiculous. And I like it that way.
Most of all, I’m sick and tired of all the things that prevent love. Primarily, life. Because though I may have told off the excuses people give for not finding love, those reasons should not have existed as roadblocks in the first place. It shouldn’t matter that one person is skinnier or fatter than another. It shouldn’t matter that internally, one may be too shy to do anything. Life gives us so many fucking ridiculous obstacles.
But in the end, I guess that’s what makes this Love worth it.
I’m so sick and tired of seeing all these posts on blogsecret and lj secret. Y’know the ones. “MY LIFE SUCKS BECAUSE I CAN’T FIND A BOY/GIRL/TRANSGENDERED WHELK TO LOVE ME.” How is this a secret? By posting those secrets, they communicate to the world that they are timid and shy, that they are fearful of the love and attention, or fearful of the lack of it. They have no reason to think this way. The main reason they haven’t found love is because they haven’t gone looking for it. Love isn’t something that just pops up out of nowhere and happens like in the movies. Love has to be worked on and cultivated. It starts out with something, anything (I mean, Stockholm Syndrome happens for a reason) and then grows into something completely ridiculously amazing. They can say, “Oh, I’m too fat.” There are fat boys/girls/transgendered whelks with that same amount of self-esteem out there too. They can say, “Oh, I’m too weird.” Do I actually need to say anything about that statement? I have pictures. They can even say, “Oh, I’m too shy.” I can say right back, “Get over it.” No one’s going to be your colloquial “knight in shining armor.” Nobody ever got anywhere by “being shy.” Get somewhere.
I’m sick of Disney’s portrayal of love. That love is this automatically wonderful feeling. Yes, it’s wonderful, but a lot of the time, it’s other thing’s too. Love is about getting hurt, becoming vunerable, shedding your pride, and being uncontrollably horny all in the span of less than five minutes. Love is about immersing yourself into something so much that Buddha would be spinning in his grave from all the attachment. Love is existentialism for another person.
Love is fucking ridiculous. And I like it that way.
Most of all, I’m sick and tired of all the things that prevent love. Primarily, life. Because though I may have told off the excuses people give for not finding love, those reasons should not have existed as roadblocks in the first place. It shouldn’t matter that one person is skinnier or fatter than another. It shouldn’t matter that internally, one may be too shy to do anything. Life gives us so many fucking ridiculous obstacles.
But in the end, I guess that’s what makes this Love worth it.