Sunday, February 12, 2012

What is love? *cue music*

Defining love is a pretty tough thing to do. Of course the science part of me would say its just the chemical oxytocin flowing through one's bloodstream that gives the idea of love but that does not produce 500 words or speaks for all of myself. I would try to define love as sorta the mental binding of a person to one self. Where a person becomes almost like a parasite to your mind. As a parasite that person is very painful to remove and occupies your thoughts and time. Of course it's a beneficial parasitical relationship like on that episode of Futurama where the worms make Fry more attune to things he wasn't without them. Despite the morbidity of the above it is I believe it's a valid definition. I guess love is also like money when you don't have it everything is so desolate but when you do have it your blinded, take it for granted, and you blow it. Love is like happiness in a way, many people think it can be bought but those who got it for nothing are the only ones that truly have it. Love is overrated like musician Taylor Swift and underrated like David Bowie's time as and or with Tin Machine. In terms of the senses I think love is like looking at a painting in a museum, like a reproduction of the Mona Lisa how you can't help but stare. Or like looking at the Statue of David where you want to look at it but you wonder if it's impolite to stare at it. Love is like looking into Medusa's gaze and being turned to stone. I think love feels like running your hand through your hair a couple hours after its washed, that smoothness but coupled with a little tug on the hair and oil. Love I always thought smelled like vanilla, the extract kind in the little bottles. Love sounds like proper bebop jazz, starts off slow and steady and ends stronger than it began. Love tastes like pancakes as like pancakes it's easy to try to make but difficult to master. I don't think one can find love, I think love will find you and tackle you to the ground against the sidewalk. It's likes a roller coaster of varying wave lengths. It's easy to get when you don't want it or are concerned about it. It's hard to get when you do want it or need it. People can get too much love and overdose,  I think thats how you get egos like Madonna and the glorious William Shatner. I think theres alot of people who don't get the love that they should, like the heroes of this country, the middle class. They hold this country up like the Greek Titan Atlas. They keep the sky from falling down and damaging the elite's gold dining plates and foot the check for everyone's bill. More love should go to the people who's existence keeps the world spinning not royals or celebrities. I'm not sure if one has to be qualified or needs a license to love. I think it's just something you get whether you like it or not and it's not something to pass by or forsaken in its many forms. 

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