other love thoughts
- love is easy, you know when it happens.
- love is deciding whether or not you want to continue with someone, even if the choice is to not
- love is respect
other love thoughts
I am like you, in fact, I am you.
I fall in love with strangers,
I take the day for granted,
I have odd habits and peculiar observances,
I wish I didn’t to the things that I did,
I regret the things that I do,
Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts,
so lost I forget you,
I forget all of you, that I am so identical to.
I hope you remember me, remember that
I am like you.
We are the same.
We are people.
And because we are the same, remember that,
I love you.
And because I love you, remember that,
I shall try not to forget you,
And because I’ll remember you, remember that,
I will not leave you bereft and alone.
What if I told you that you didn’t need a reason to talk to me?
That you don’t need to have something going on that day, that any and every thought was valid in my book. Because that’s how it is, I don’t care for it to have a point, anything is interesting and exciting and okay with me because you make it that way. Just to know that you thought of me, and that I was worthy and respected enough to be entrusted with any thought of yours is enough to make me smile and keep me going..
I feel like Twitter is the home base of misogynistic privileged douchebags who hide behind the 140 character limit to make condescending ignorant remarks concerning politics or society or how women should be in the kitchen making sandwiches or how Republican women are better looking than Democratic women or complaining about having to press one for English and so on and so forth.
Meanwhile, Tumblr is the safe haven for everyone who recognizes these ridiculous arguments and can argue against them and back it up with factual information and aren’t afraid to take up some paragraphs to do so.
Long story short, people piss me off and this is my frustration in scattered phrases.
I used to think it was a weakness, caring about one’s physical appearance, interpreting the way others looked as an internalized pressure on our selves to look “better”. However, now I don’t think of it that way. The definition of self consciousness is to be self aware, and insecurity well you know means to not be secure in oneself. It’s natural to be self conscious or insecure on one’s appearance or looks or weight or hair or skin color, and sure we care, but this is something that cannot be shaken all of the time.
The degrees in which this affects (effects?) us depends on the individual,
and there is no shame in that.
So those tall lean boys with the gnarly tattoos and piercings I’d date.
I mean, I don’t look or act like I would date them,
but then again, what does that even mean?
Why? Why we do the things we do? We go through this monotonous daily routine; just going through the motions; we wonder then, why we feel like there’s no point to anything we do.
We want to live. To experience life. And then we just don’t. We ultimately chose the path of monotony.
We don’t know how to chose adventure. And it disheartens me, because we never will.
I don’t know where this is from but, this reminds me of what we did today in my Human Rights & Global Affairs class which you might be getting tired of hearing about. We split up into different groups, Western public, African Union, U.S. Government, Kenyan Government and other groups who were in charge of fundraising for the famine in Somalia.
The point of the activity was to figure out how to provide immediate aid to Somalia, obviously. Except it was also about how to do so diplomatically. It was so hard, and all I could do was wonder how and why I want to be apart of the U.N, UNICEF, Red Cross and organizations like that when its so hard to move. So complicated, when it comes to Somalia you have to deal with Al Shabab whether you like it or not, and there are repercussions with trying to deal with an Al-Qaeda affiliated group, but they control supply lines and movement and are militarized and often take the money, and the aid for themselves.
The world is not as easy a place to live in as we think.
Sometimes I wish I could study human behavior, strictly the lessons/complications/misgivings/etc. of love. It truly is interesting what is important to people, and what factors went into this sort of either conservative (me) and other liberal (everyone else sometimes I feel ) thinking.
Other times I feel like I don’t have to because it seems so simple and all stupid.
Yet again, I’ve never actually been in love, or textbook definition of love, probably more of a one sided strong like.