"I often argue with my students when I try to explain to them that love is an action word, and that it is a choice, not an emotion. Love feels like lust at first, during the initiation and honeymoon stage of a relationship, but after that…the real love starts, the love that is not based on the woozy feeling you get when that special someone walks in the room or calls/texts your phone. Love is the decision to stay after your first major argument. Love is coming home at night when you have an invitation to go elsewhere. Love is seeing yourself with someone through the calamities and celebrations of life, through their good and bad moments, with or without vows. Love is commitment."All those big scary things at the end of this quote that I have yet to experience aside, this implies that there is something "based on the woozy feeling you get when that special someone walks in the room or calls/texts your phone" that can accurately be called love, and that's...reassuring somehow.
Inside the mind of a kind of quirky, pretty stubborn, way too opinionated, twenty-something, heteroflexible Black female newly employed up-and-moved-to-DC Princeton GRADUATE who's just trying to sort out her life. An uninhibited celebration of all that is me, this blog is an exercise in self-discovery and live-with-your-heart-wide-open-ness. Though I make respect a habit, I will not always be politically correct, and I believe in the power of making audiences uncomfortable to inspire change.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Remember that algebraic expression from a few weeks ago?
lust < x < love? I came to the conclusion that [fuck the laws of algebra] x is love too, just another layer. Something more than puppy but less than MJB style real. My conclusion has been slightly corroborated by a crunk feminist:
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