Love is an addiction.
Upon cessation an individual goes through a withdrawal syndrome which varies in intensity, duration, and symptoms from person to person.
Addictions are powerful motives in human life.
Dependencies claim action.
Love is powerful. Love is synaptic firings.
Addicts go to extremes to fulfill their Dependencies.
Love is classical conditioning - The other's face / their scent / their touch / their voice / even their taste - is all encoded and conditioned with positive mood states and positive affects.
Love withdrawal syndrome is likely informed by reverse conditioning.
Love can be a maladaptive pattern of learning.
Love is habituation.
Love is emotional.
Love is mood.
Love is in essence a drug.
Love is in large part unconscious.
Love is more than just a feeling.
Love is more than what one perceives.
Love is a chemical process within the brain.
Still, Love can be so much more.
2/13/08
Love is...
2/6/08
Really
Here we sit and think on tomorrow
Know we've lost our rapture in full, today
Pull the hope from our memoriums
and give a chance to those without.
Defy the world to write us off as idealistic wunder ones.
Even truth out, for the future - it's all real.
The here the now is all the world we'll know.
Real life has begin, so just jump in.
Just let go.
1/29/08
1/18/08
happy.
1 year of living with you both, and another year of seeing each of you every day. 2 years of helping you any time you needed it. 2 years of you helping you. no fight. no reason. no excuse for being too afraid to turn your head to say hi when we're standing side by side.
What does that say about you?
2 years of being your best friend. 2 years of holding you whenever you cried. 2 years of secrets, inside jokes, drunken debauchery, and sharing our most private thoughts. All that wiped away when you walked away never to come back. Now you refuse to be at the same party as me. Now you hide whenever you see me. Now you've replaced me for you and everyone else. Now you don't care at all about hurting me.
And you judge me.
if it were up to any of you i'd be dead. or kicked of of school. or crying on my bed in the fetal position.
Thank God it isn't up to you.
Yes I judge you. And for once I can say it. I am angry. It is unfair, immature, and morally reprehensible. You've made your choice. I don't respect it. And it shows me who you really are.
Happiness is not a choice. Maybe one day you'll figure that out or have to learn it the hard way. Or maybe you'll live your life less of a person, in judgement the very people who most need your help.