Hobbes is always right. I'll take his word this time as well. But really, what really is love? I'm not talking about the love with your parents cos thats at a different level. That wont match to any other. But the rest, with friends, with a boyfriend, for a crush (I think my punctuation marks have gone for a toss)?The title of this blog reflects the way i function in a way. My motivation for doing anything is the high it gives me. It could be a new place, a new dessert, some relationship or anything new for that matter. But thats not what love should be right. Adrenaline pumping shouldnt be the test. In a conversation with a friend about handwritten letters i realised how much the whole idea of love stuff has changed from our parents generation to ours. Then the first kiss used to be a pretty big deal. Now there is a first kiss with every new person you date (or not even date, sometimes).
In a way the avenues of delving into love are increasing i.e. its not just the heterogenous kind. The means and medium of expressing them is increasing, it can be from the most outrageous to the most subtle but where the hell is the essence of it.
I sound very old. I'm going to stop. But you get what i mean, right?
10 comments:
Got it.
Wish there was a set definition you could follow. Even if it had to be as difficult as Hobbes' words..
i think u jst wantd to write big word.n lil bout kiss.
You know me too well nit
i got what u meant , serious.
i did not read , too boring n big
brains .ya that was missing in ur blog
Fuck u. Whn will u write ur nxt blog. I m waiting
Stupid blogspot. I am posting via anonymous n mera naam aa raha hai
4 saal. this means 4 saal se teko koi dukh ya kuch sad nahi hua. tabhi koi blog nahi hai.
good bhagwaan kare tu kabhi blog na like.
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