a series of events that happened in my life and around made me decide to write this post, if you are keen on knowing what happened, then please buzz off, i am not letting out any of that. this post has been dancing around in my head for like a week or so now and i find time for it only now.
here we go, i wanted to define ‘love’.
‘a meaningless gush of emotional adrenaline which the subject induces in himself/herself over another person, thing, place or idea which often results in the loss of logical, mental and resoning faculties of the said subject.’
we have been born and brought up in a culture which escalates love as something great, we are told to look for ‘the one’. this is a crooked ideology and does more harm than good. it should be banned. now.
love as such has a great destroying capacity. it is a weapon of mass destruction which the victim somehow likes. it is not even like a drug, in the case of drugs, atleast you realize later on that you were a fool once. here you dont.
if you’ve been thinking about all what you read above in the context of another person, then you are probably in your teens or mentally that much.
we’ve all known people who did a lot of weird things for the sake of love, it turns the smartest of men into morons, remember the iloveyou virus. remember that neighbour of yours who used to clean his rotten worthless car every sunday and never use it. i always think such people could’ve spent threir times a bit more constructively, or atleast with their families. remember that model who loved her body so much, she starved it to death.
on the contrary, love as such is not such a bad thing after all. it’s no crime to block yourself of all sanity and enjoy it. its a good thing if you indulge in it once in a while, not always.
had it not been for the love of recognition, money, power, country, group or even an idea, there would have been no civilization. thats something which separates us from animals. love as such is great if the lover has a control over himself, but the problem is we dont, most of us cant.
i claim no immunity from the above discussion, as i write this i totally agree that i love money and power(ive not known anyone who love money and power more than me, yes you can call me characterless), i continue to love girls with fat arms, and if ‘fat’ is uncultured, then yes ‘hillaryduffarms’.
i conclude with an assertion that love is more of a curse than a boon and that tomorrow is not going to be the doomsday, hopefully.
PS: to those who ask why i dont use capital letters, i think its an unnecessary complication.
to those who feel that i write nonsense but still love my blog, i love you too.
to those who feel my blog sucks, you have no idea about what sucks and what doesnt. the doctors are open 24 hrs.
PS2: i strongly suggest you to click on ‘doomsday’ and read it, its hillarious, and yes: this is not a Sarah Palin post.
