What is love and why does it not exist?

Or is it vice versa?

 

Hmm. That vice versa thing confused me.

 

That was one of the points of this thread actually. Hopefully this ignites a hot debate and/or discussion.

 

Well, I believe in love more than vice versa.

 

Perhaps it Exists to People Keep with Same Partner in Life...

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Survive and Make Some Babies...And Such...

 

Maybe there is "love" to make us miserable.

 

I was thinking about what love is the other day and if I have ever been in love.

All I came up with is that being in love is the ability to think about another person and having that thought makes you forget all your problems

Then I realized I was never in love.

 

What's love got to do, got to with it?
Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken-
For you youngsters that's Tina Turner

 

Love stinks ....

Love Stinks
(P. Wolf/S. Justman)

You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
Ya just can't win
And so it goes
Till the day you die
This thing they call love
It's gonna make you cry
I've had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing's for sure

Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah

Two by two and side by side
Love's gonna find you yes it is
Ya just can't hide
You'll hear it call
Your heart will fall
Then love will fly
It's gone that's all
I don't care what any Casanova thinks
All I can say is
Love stinks

Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah

I've been through diamonds
I've been through minks
I've been through it all
Love stinks

Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah
Love stinks
Love stinks yeah yeah

Love stinks

 

yeah, whc, you're singing my song. haha

ps, my mouse batteries are dyyying.

 

More importantly, why do you capitalize everything?

 

better than that your vibr --- never mind. It's too easy.

 

love exists, but is too often confused with infatuation, or vice versa

 

Love exists to leave you vulnerable for someone to then fuck you over.

 

Love does NOT exist in my vocabulary. Love Sucks. Never ever will I fall in love again. Maybe my standards are to high, fuck I dont know. Maybe I am to fat, have kids, etc. I dunno. FUCk, I am just in a pissy F-ing mood.

I am beginning to think I will be an old maid for the rest of my life, which is all good, cuz who really wants the bullshit of a relationship anyways. I dont have time for trivial bullshit games.

 

love is bullshit.

bullshit is never having to say your sorry...wait..

 

there are at least five totaly different things that people call love. all of them in some sense "exist".

people who wan't their egos stroked tend to call getting attention love. this is actualy emotional dependence, which isn't even one of the five. i think that's why it is easy for some people to say "love is bullshit". yes there is "bullshit" that is called love. but it isn't what love is.

interpersonal love is at least three of those different things. but that isn't really love either. and so called family love is one of those interpersonals that is usualy in reality co-dependence and phonyer then hell. not that there isn't caring.

and caring IS, supprisingly enough, one of the more real forms of real love. the only problem of course being, that is only the person who is doing the caring who can ever know for sure if they are. or if the're just saying and acting how they believe is expected of them.

=^^=
.../\...

 

i dont know what the vice versa of "what is love" would be, but theres definately love.

 

I did a debate on this very topic yesterday... Won the debate too... woo

 

Everybody sing it! Through your nose just like Billy Corgan!



cast the pearls aside, of a simple life of need
come into my life forever
the crumbled cities stand as known
of the sights you have been shown
of the hurt you call your own
love is suicide

the empty bodies stand at rest
casualties of their own flesh
afflicted by their dispossession
but no bodies ever knew
nobodys
no bodies felt like you
nobodys
love is suicide

now we drive the night, to the ironies of peace
you can't help deny forever
the tragedies reside in you
the secret sights hide in you
the lonely nights divide you in two
all my blisters now revealed
in the darkness of my dreams
in the spaces in between us
but no bodies ever knew
nobodys
no bodies felt like you
nobodys
love is suicide