6:02 pm
It's that day of the month again. And no, I'm not talking about menstruation or anything, you cheeky bastards. It's the 14th. The 14th may not mean anything to any of you, but it means a lot to me. What could be so special about the 14th day of every month? Memory.
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For tonight, I'll be talking about something that you young people would surely be very interested in. This topic will get your hearts throbbing as if you had eaten a whole bag of sour candy worms alongside a whole keg of coffee. This topic will get you thinking as much as Isaac Newton when that apple hit him in the head. This topic will stretch out your smile to the point that the corners of your lips would be inside your ears. Tonight, I'll be talking about romance and romantic relationships.
Romance. Love. Affection. Captivation. Infatuation. These are all feelings we experience, especially when we are in our youthful stage. Puberty. We get attracted to other people. We fall in love. We fall out of it. Then we get infatuated by the next person we see, and the cycle goes around all over again. Until that one person stops the cycle (for most people).
I used to be like a lot of young guys I see today. I always thought about girls. I would go outside my house, and the first thing I would think about would be meeting girls. I had girlfriends come and go, getting sick of them after a couple weeks at most. I was foolish, insensitive, and selfish -- but aren't we all? We all just want to be happy.
But how glad am I that I've changed from the way I had used to be. I'm happily taken by the most amazing person in the world, and I wouldn't have it any other way. She saved me from myself, although not the same self that used other people for his own happiness. She saved me from living a dull, worthless, colorless life that was heading towards nothing but death. I love her more than anything and anyone in the world.
But of course my feelings could change. Her feelings could change as well. In this world, nothing lasts forever... well, almost nothing. There is only one thing I am certain will never change, and that is death. Death is eternal. Once you are dead, you do not come back to life. Once death's scythe rips your life out of your body, you will be gone forever. But of course, that's just what I believe.
But I digress.
People would probably have different levels of love. Different definitions. Different ways of expressing it. Different ways of feeling it. Let's not be self-righteous assholes, and let us not judge other people's relationships. If you find yourself thinking and caring so much about what other people feel for each other, that only means one thing: you need to get into your own relationship.
You look at a couple who rock hard in their beds all day, make out wherever they can, and you think, "ugh. What idiots. That's not love. That's lust." If you think like this, sir, or ma'am, you need to mind your own business. People feel differently from everyone, one way or another. Take a look at what I think:
I wouldn't die for my girlfriend, and I have my own reasons. One would be because I believe that death is beautiful as it is eternal peace. I'd kill myself any day, but the one reason I'm still alive is because I know that when I'm dead, the pain wouldn't be mine, but for those who actually love me. I won't be around anymore to live through the pain, but my girlfriend would, and I would never want her to ever go through any kind of pain. But not readily giving my life for her doesn't mean that I don't love her. You just have your own idea of love, and I have mine.
Now let's go to what you all want to hear:
We're still young. People tell us to ignore these feelings we have, because they're just feelings that shouldn't be taken seriously. People tell us to focus on our studies and to brush off these emotions in our hearts, because they will only interfere with our studies. Well, let me tell you what. When my girlfriend and I got together, both our grades got higher. So what sorcery is that? Back to the point though:
Age is nothing but a number. I see teenagers more in love than married adults. I see kids more in love than a teenage couple. It has nothing to do with age. A number does not measure responsibility. Responsibility measures responsibility.
Next, gender. Who says that a man can't love another man? Who says that a woman can't love another woman? Your god? Let me tell you what, I'm pretty sure your god didn't tell you this. Your teacher, or parent, or religious leader told you this. Anyone can fall in love with anyone. Anyone is free to be in a relationship with whoever they wish.
Next, race. Well, it's pretty self-explanatory. Let's just remember what Michael Jackson said: "Doesn't matter if you're black or white." It doesn't matter, you racists fucks! You could be Asian, European, American, African, or even a motherflipping Martian.
So to sum that all up, I end with a saying: love knows no race, color, or gender. If you ask me what love means, I would only say that love is the feeling of attraction. But if you ask me how you could find out that you're in love, then I would have no answer for you. Only you could know whether it's love that you feel, or if it's just infatuation, or if it's just lust. Nobody can get inside your mind and feel what you feel. It's just you. Love is just love.
Romance. Love. Affection. Captivation. Infatuation. These are all feelings we experience, especially when we are in our youthful stage. Puberty. We get attracted to other people. We fall in love. We fall out of it. Then we get infatuated by the next person we see, and the cycle goes around all over again. Until that one person stops the cycle (for most people).
I used to be like a lot of young guys I see today. I always thought about girls. I would go outside my house, and the first thing I would think about would be meeting girls. I had girlfriends come and go, getting sick of them after a couple weeks at most. I was foolish, insensitive, and selfish -- but aren't we all? We all just want to be happy.
But how glad am I that I've changed from the way I had used to be. I'm happily taken by the most amazing person in the world, and I wouldn't have it any other way. She saved me from myself, although not the same self that used other people for his own happiness. She saved me from living a dull, worthless, colorless life that was heading towards nothing but death. I love her more than anything and anyone in the world.
But of course my feelings could change. Her feelings could change as well. In this world, nothing lasts forever... well, almost nothing. There is only one thing I am certain will never change, and that is death. Death is eternal. Once you are dead, you do not come back to life. Once death's scythe rips your life out of your body, you will be gone forever. But of course, that's just what I believe.
But I digress.
People would probably have different levels of love. Different definitions. Different ways of expressing it. Different ways of feeling it. Let's not be self-righteous assholes, and let us not judge other people's relationships. If you find yourself thinking and caring so much about what other people feel for each other, that only means one thing: you need to get into your own relationship.
You look at a couple who rock hard in their beds all day, make out wherever they can, and you think, "ugh. What idiots. That's not love. That's lust." If you think like this, sir, or ma'am, you need to mind your own business. People feel differently from everyone, one way or another. Take a look at what I think:
I wouldn't die for my girlfriend, and I have my own reasons. One would be because I believe that death is beautiful as it is eternal peace. I'd kill myself any day, but the one reason I'm still alive is because I know that when I'm dead, the pain wouldn't be mine, but for those who actually love me. I won't be around anymore to live through the pain, but my girlfriend would, and I would never want her to ever go through any kind of pain. But not readily giving my life for her doesn't mean that I don't love her. You just have your own idea of love, and I have mine.
Now let's go to what you all want to hear:
We're still young. People tell us to ignore these feelings we have, because they're just feelings that shouldn't be taken seriously. People tell us to focus on our studies and to brush off these emotions in our hearts, because they will only interfere with our studies. Well, let me tell you what. When my girlfriend and I got together, both our grades got higher. So what sorcery is that? Back to the point though:
Age is nothing but a number. I see teenagers more in love than married adults. I see kids more in love than a teenage couple. It has nothing to do with age. A number does not measure responsibility. Responsibility measures responsibility.
Next, gender. Who says that a man can't love another man? Who says that a woman can't love another woman? Your god? Let me tell you what, I'm pretty sure your god didn't tell you this. Your teacher, or parent, or religious leader told you this. Anyone can fall in love with anyone. Anyone is free to be in a relationship with whoever they wish.
Next, race. Well, it's pretty self-explanatory. Let's just remember what Michael Jackson said: "Doesn't matter if you're black or white." It doesn't matter, you racists fucks! You could be Asian, European, American, African, or even a motherflipping Martian.
So to sum that all up, I end with a saying: love knows no race, color, or gender. If you ask me what love means, I would only say that love is the feeling of attraction. But if you ask me how you could find out that you're in love, then I would have no answer for you. Only you could know whether it's love that you feel, or if it's just infatuation, or if it's just lust. Nobody can get inside your mind and feel what you feel. It's just you. Love is just love.
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So there you have it.
Love in my eyes. Although this is just a short
and simple definition. I could expand it and say a whole
lot more, but I choose not to.
Why not?
Parce que je n'ai jeu, mes chiennes
Although this is not yet goodnight.
It's the 14th. It's not over.
Love in my eyes. Although this is just a short
and simple definition. I could expand it and say a whole
lot more, but I choose not to.
Why not?
Parce que je n'ai jeu, mes chiennes
Although this is not yet goodnight.
It's the 14th. It's not over.
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