Expectations on Love to be a Conformist

Some asshole came up with the quote “love makes the world go around”, I’m not saying that this quote doesn’t mean anything or is wrong but I would like you to put in more thought on the word “love”. Love? Love! Looove *saliva oozes*. Most of my friends seem to utter this word with such ease and little thought. Is this word used figuratively for expressing intricate or entwined emotions that could not be love???

               I watched The Tourist last week, there was a scene where Angelina Jolie explained the significance of a theory by the mythical Greek Goddess of love. The two facets of a person, good and bad, to love someone one must embrace both sides of that person. This set my dim-witted brain to work, it struck me at that moment that we don’t usually love the two sides of a person.

               Tamil movies have the worst portrayal of love and the tendency to make you stupid as an additional criterion. Almost all tamil movies come with a similar concept, guy sees girl, and VOILA! He’s head over heels for that girl *face palm*.  The next 1 hour of the movie drags on his pursuit for his senorita. When she finally accepts, she says “I love you” and gives him a smile. The guy then bursts with joy, thank heavens he doesn’t ejaculate in joy.  The next 5 minutes goes for a dreary song *bangs head on wall*. I know what you’re thinking; I gave up on Kollywood a long time ago.

               Moving on, the only people who can really love you are your family. They have had to deal with you for the all the years they have been with you. They have seen you shitty and they have seen you witty, they still put up with you and are always there for you no matter what. It’s hard to see the love because you have been exposed to it for like forever and different families have various ways of showing their affection. IE: my Mom shouts at me if I do something wrong, it sounds bad but she’s actually correcting my mistakes out of love.

When you see affection and politeness from outer sources such as friends, colleagues and more, it acts like a magnet pulling you toward them (numerous get amused by this thinking their being loved). Be warned that a handful of them are just masks of kindness and goodness reluctant to show their other side, DO NOT be fooled into laying your green pastures of love on them too soon for you may not love the hidden countenance. Take your time with people, get to know them downright, in and out.

Personally, I prefer to say I like you to a person till I’m sure that I love that person. Now ask yourself, do u love Steven Joel? LOL.  Just kidding. =P

Just ask yourself if what you’re feeling is love.

My Road Doesn't Seem So Straight

I stagger and waver along this path, not knowing where it leads. Roads cloaked in darkness, too dark to know where I am headed. Travelling, hoping to find that glimpse of light that fuels my reason to move on. It was never this hard when I was young, no worries, no tears, I was who I was. I had my mother embrace me in all her love, there was no need to reside in the love of anyone else. My laughter had no sorrow to hide. Now I am no longer a kid with sheer innocence, I know from right and wrong- the truth and lies. Growing up I have figured out who I am, the challenges and trials that took an inevitable toll in my downfall have also molded me to become this person that you see before you. Trust me when I say it was a difficult task. In my sorrow I cried to God, to take away my breath of life and let me rest beneath the earth. The cry of a wasted wreck, moaning words that define a fruitless life. I had gracious help from my best friend that pulled me out from that wretched pit of anguish. It was as if God himself sent me Sue to be my guardian angel.

Being different is not a choice that I made, I was not given a chance to choose. Accepting myself was the hardest thing possible when I was the odd man out. People can’t open their eyes to the fact that there is more to a person than that small part that stands out as a “flaw”, holding on to it and breaking them apart. I love God and the creator has created us all in our very own special way, each part of our body, character and even the smallest detail in our human existence was well carved to his liking and he sees it as perfection. Why judge another that is a wonderful creation just like you when God himself had perfected them with his own two hands? The differences are the essence that God has personally incorporated to make you special. I am special and so are you. We may be different in various ways but isn’t that what makes each one of us wonderful in our very own way?