this is making me depressed edit: IM OKAY AND WAS KIDDING, NO NEED TO BE WORRIED :D
Fuck off with that bullshit. This is why I don't like these kinda questions. There's always that one person who's like "well shit I haven't experienced that," and then they get stupidly depressed. They're usually < 17 in age. And the media doesn't help either. I was that kid for a long time before I realized that I'm an emotionless husk that will probably never get married. My sister and I will probably room together ana adopt a bunch of cats. In before all of the "ohhhhhh you're just YOUNG 8bit" comments. I realize that, but ya'll are doing everyone who doesn't fall in love a bit of a disservice. They ARE out there, you just dont see them in Disney movies and shit. If not knowing when you're really in love is it, Poobledoobles, you're doing A O FUCKIN K. That being said, this has also been THE shittisst day I may have had in the past five years so I might feel differently later. Hubski, if you realize the only reason you haven't lay down on a bunch of train tracks and let momentum do the rest is because you're worried about ONE person when you're gone, shit is probably not ok, fix it and stuff
Saw a picture of that blizzard in the Times. Neat stuff, I say from the comfort of my 66-degree day. Everything is great for now. I'm running out of time to secure a future for myself before that gets significantly harder, so the clock is ever-ticking. But nonetheless. Hard not to enjoy a life filled with reading, drinking and good conversations.
No man, that's not what I mean and neither is disrespect. I mean that people I respect (including myself) have gone through being unloved and I feel I get what you are saying. Love is tricky and different for everyone. Do not validate or invalidate your concept of love via the experience of others. For example, no one in this thread has talked about being in love with someone while not being in love with one's self. Been there, done that and personally, I know that love isn't enough. Sometimes to do the right thing one has to say, "I love you, but I'm leaving and I'm never coming back." I feel like this question could be better phrased. "When are you in love enough to make it last" and to that question, I am still finding out that answer. Chin up, in any case.
Title question was asked to me by a young man who thought that because I was with someone that I would know the answer. Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha. When are you in love enough to make it last? Answer: you don't know this until it lasts. At some point, you might say "I'm not leaving this person. I'm staying with this person as long as possible." it might not be the being "in love" that makes it last -- it might be all kinds of other things too. Good and worthy things. And just enough of that sticky love stuff maybe to hold it all together.
Hey man, I've been in love. Like, at least twice, not more than 4 times. I wasn't super serious about my comment, which is unfair to say because sincerity can be stupidly hard to discern over the internet. I've talked about love on the 'Ski before too, and I'm okay with how fucking terrible it is because.. well.. it keeps shit interesting at least. Sorry your day's been suckin' homie, I've been there. I wish you all/none of the love in the world as you see fit. take care bruhbruh
nowaypablo One of the few things I can say for a fact about love is that I tell people I'm in it way before I actually am. Or do I? It sounds depressing, to be like, "Yeah, so, all I know for sure is that I say I'm in love way before I could know I am in love, and if I had to look back and reflect, I definitely tell people I'm in love when you know what? I probably wasn't." What does it really matter though, if maybe sometimes I'm in love with someone for a minute or an hour and that's it? If sometimes I'm in love with them, and later, sometimes I'm not? What does it matter, to look back and say, later, "Oh, I said I was in love, but I definitely wasn't," except maybe to feel better about the situation? You should never feel like, because of another person, you have a reason to live. I completely agree, 8bit. But I'll tell you what (and Hubski please don't get on my back and jump on this post for what I'm about to say), sometimes, I have days where I'm driving around, or I've finished work, or I've just walked into the house, and I think, "You know what, I wouldn't mind if today, I died." I don't wish I was dead, it's not suicidal. It's just a kind of apathy - like, if I died today, that would be all right. (To add, and speak generally: Hubski, I'm generally pretty pro-death. Like, we get one life, and one shot, and that's it, and that's a good thing, and I find these concepts comforting, not depressing. I realize not everyone agrees with me on this, I realize it may even be pretty odd, I'm okay with that, too.) When I am pursuing a good relationship with someone I care about deeply, I am more likely to think, "You know what, today, I'd prefer not to die." A concert could have the same impact. A poem about to come out, book plans in the work, whatever. It's not that that person gives me something to live for, but rather they give me an experience I'd prefer to live to see out. To see how it goes. Love, I guess, is one of many many things that can give life excitement and more importantly hope.
See my reply to 8bit I think it puts us on the same page. I say I think because I have absolutely no idea what "page" i'm on. Pour moi, love is the nutella that makes your pair of whole grain bread slices an expedition in ecstasy. It's the silly for your putty. The gummy bear you ate was laced with LSD and you found out when your toes told you. That's love. And it's all good; the sandwich gets gobbled, the putty wasn't that silly in the first place, and your trip is over before you know it. It gives life purpose because you're only here to fart around in the first place. Finally having something that feels significant is gonna make you not wanna die. (shouts out to Kurt Vonnegut). You only realize its useless when you're done having fun and back to farting around again. Same thing with.. anything, really. It's just another high as far as I'm concerned, and that gives it all the more reason to take a hit.
I was thinking of it as a kind of #vaguequestionsbypablo homage.
I always enjoy seeing those vague questions. This one is a big one and I don't have a good answer. I feel like the "love" that a lot of people are describing here is the early, 6 months to 2 years love. The love that's far more elusive and hard to come by is the love that tests your patience, the love that can look back behind itself and see a tapestry of shared experience. This love doesn't give you butterflies in your stomach and it no longer makes you a "better person", you are the person you are, you realize that after the endorphins subside. Enduring love fits like an old sweater, tattered in places, but still warm and more comfortable than all those new ones hanging in your closet. Sure, once in a while a thread comes bare and pokes at you more than any other thing on earth could, but you'd never change it. Well, almost never. Enduring love doesn't have you counting the moments between kisses. Enduring love, moves like a glacier, carving a path like a rorschach through the years that only you two can see for what it is. Enduring love is an island that only you two inhabit. New love is flashy, it's a valentines day card, it too is an island, but you want everyone to visit it, to see what it is you've found. New love is fun, it's exciting and if you are lucky it will happen many, many times in your life. Enduring love will not happen many times. There's not enough runway.
I was kiddinggg with my comment :D this has been a super interesting thread. I'm just at the bit in the hill-and-valley cycle of emotional living where looking up at positive things puts a little sting in the eyes. I'll be fine ;D
I read it as kidding -- but wait, did I miss something? The gummy bear you ate was laced with LSD and you found out when your toes told you.
I thought you had never done acid, but that when you did _refugee_ was going to be your guide. Or someone else. Or maybe I'm thinking of someone else.
Haha, I ended up taking it solo in December, I think I mentioned it once in a very weird and slightly uncomfortable thread on drugs a while back. Turns out there's a little jellyfish that lives in the back of my head that was my guide all along ._.