I've often wondered about that feeling you get when you're with someone you love. Or lust for. The butterflies, as it were. The overwhelming feeling of being excited just at the sight of a person - at the thought of being near them, even for a moment. Where does this feeling come from? It's quite similar to feeling sick, in a way. You get flushed, your heart races, your blood seems to pound in your veins. Yet, we instinctively interpret it as a good feeling: we become addicted to the rush of love, addicted to the idea of being in love. So where does the distinction come from? Why don't we seek the feeling of being sick (or perhaps we do)? And why don't we avoid love like the plague its symptoms resemble? Maybe some of us do. Maybe the distinction is too fine for some of us to notice, that we recoil at our emotions, and run away from romantic opportunity. We get that feeling in our stomach, we notice our heart constricting, and we think: oh no. Not this again. So we sabotage our love lives. Only to discover that pangs of loneliness aren't a big improvement.
-Gal
Can I just add that Gal is my soulmate? I don't mind being lovesick for her.
-Amy
-Gal
Can I just add that Gal is my soulmate? I don't mind being lovesick for her.
-Amy
3 comments:
interesting.
love does seem like a disease in disguise...but then what may the cure be? running away from it only subjects you to more people to meet, more possibilities of "infection".
on second thought...scratch that.
i think i'll have to agree with you...
haha steve you're too contemplative
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