Underneath Venus and the Waning Gibbous

          For years people have been trying to define what love really is in a single satisfying statement, and for years they have failed to do so.

Some define love as something brought about by destiny. That it’s full of magic, rainbows, butterflies, fireworks, and all that stuff. It’s when they wait for their Knight-in-glittering-shimmering-sparkling-armor. It’s when they imagine that everything is always a happy ending. It might be that something that makes you willing to take the risk, to make an effort, and to sacrifice without something in return; and you’re happy about it, too, feeling no regret whatsoever. Something unconditional. Something selfless. Stoicists and voluntarists might say that love is a choice and not a feeling. It’s in our will, and thus makes it controllable. Emotionalists might say it’s a connection between individuals.

However, I might say otherwise.

Love is something horrible. It rips you off of your comfort-zone and makes you vulnerable and weak. It makes you lose yourself in over-thinking about your significant other. It gets inside of you, fills you up and takes a resting place in you. It starts to eat you up, starting from the weakest part of your heart and slowly infects your whole being, until it leaves you dwelling and crying inside in darkness.

Yeah, other people might think about love as something that makes happy-ever-afters and does magic to people. But I don’t think love alone can carry out that “happy-ever-after” all people want to have. It’s more than that. It takes commitment, trust, faith, and a whole lotta cash in your credit card. Even love can’t guarantee a ‘buy 1, take 1’ bargain to any of those things. But cash will. You can get love with cash.

*evil laugh*

What? You don’t believe me? Don’t they have this saying ‘The best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’? You might not be a good cook, but you can buy food! Now it can be option, right? And why would do people always say ‘I love you with all my heart.’? Scientifically speaking, we don’t feel any emotions with our heart. It’s still in our brain, specifically in our hypothalamus, that secretes these hormones that makes us feel anger, attraction, etc. The heart just pumps faster because of those hormones. Moreover, I would believe that love is just like the higher level of attraction. This is also something that makes love stupid, because it makes people stupid. Love makes people ignore whatever is around them and base their decision because of this high-level attraction to the other, which I think is pretty stupid. You do stupid stuff because you ‘love’ that person? Come ooooooon. Use the remaining parts or you brain, human.

Finally, I read this featured article on Yahoo! that said ‘Love is just lust misspellt’. I’m pretty torn on this one, but I would say that lust has its edge. Love is just lust repackaged to make it a more presentable one. When we talk about lust, only one word comes up to mind. Yes, that ‘S’ word. “Safe”. LOL just kidding, perv. Yeah it’s “Sex”. Lust is simple, honest and true, incorruptible and safe from forgery. It isn’t misleading. Love, unlike lust, is governed by emotions, feelings, conversations, hugs, tears, coffee and shopping is used to make it look like an effort was worth it. It has too much drama at hand. Especially that “if you love me, then you’d do this…do that.. blah blah blah” shit that really makes me wanna shoot myself.

So you see, everything about this love is stupid. Loving is stupid and people who do are stupid.

But still, why do I choose to be stupid?


Thanks to the ff people for the feedback:

Athena Annisa Chatto, Edward de Castro, Mary Andrea Leyson, Jesieryl Mendez, Jericho Repito

Aaaand random thing: Doesn’t the heart look like a butt upside down? Just saying.







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