I love love LOVE Jay-Z:
I don't even want to talk about anything. I only have one thing on my mind. It's corny and it's cliche and it's a lot of things that I don't want to be nor do I want my blog to be.
I'm going to talk about love.
Let's be straight: I'm the easy kill. I fall in love fast. I go from A to Z and then from 1 to 5 million all within like, two seconds. I'm a romantic. All of those stupid cliche sayings are my bread and butter.
But (now bare with me; we're getting into the thick of it) what is love if it's not just a bunch of chemicals swirling around like some sort of electrical storm in your head?
Honestly, here's what love is:
We all have chemicals in our brains and blood streams, right? And all of us are unique in the quantity and type of chemicals. Some of those chemicals make us really happy or really sad; make us poetic or linear; make us driven or lazy.
Here's an important point:
We are defined by our chemicals. We don't get to decide our dispositions.
Let's say that I have chemicals X,Y,Z, yes? Let's say that one day, I was walking down the street and I meet a girl with chemicals H,I,J., and there's instant chemistry (pun). We get along with each other better than she or I have ever gotten along with anyone else ever before. There's ease in our silence and ease in our conversation. Our senses of humor compliment each other and we both feel like the other is a great kisser.
Our chemicals (which we don't have control over) jive with each other.
But it's almost like we have nothing to do with it. It's almost like our love was predetermined; all we needed was a meeting place or a reason to say hello.
Do you see what I'm saying? No? okay.
When we fall in love with each other, it's because the chemicals in brain 'a' excite the chemicals in brain 'b's, causing feelings or thoughts that are not otherwise independently manufactured.
Here's my point: We don't get to choose who we love and there's nothing we can do about it. Love is nothing more than science. Two separate compounds coming together to form what we call happiness.
In some ways, love could be considered dementia.
this was a weird post. I mean, all of my posts are weird, I guess. But, this post I felt really strongly about. I don't know. I am worried this post is incomplete. Also, I worry that i lost my point.
Did I even make a point?
Great talk guys.
I love you for reading. Honestly.
may the best of your todays be the worst of your tomorrows.