What is love?

Discussion in 'The Coffee House' started by shedhaddock, Apr 29, 2013.

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  1. shedhaddock

    shedhaddock Banned Member

    Ok, so i've noticed alot of members are getting confused with what love actually is.

    It is not just sex. So What do you think love is?

    For me, love is unconditional. It is old people walking hand in hand, or sheltering together under an umbrella long after the rain has stopped. :couple_inlove:
  2. Lost

    Lost Staff Alumni

    Someone you would give your last Jaffa cake too. That is love.

    It is also that crap What is love, baby don't hurt me, don't hurt, me no more song you have just got stuck in my head...


    Not quite sure what his Idea of love is but it seems scary. :eek:
  3. JmpMster

    JmpMster Have a question? Message Me Staff Member Forum Owner ADMIN

    To me love is an all encompassing thing. It is physical , emotional and (I hate the word but using it as undefined sense of something more) spiritual. I started to disagree with you about love being unconditional but rethought it and yes- unconditional is true however even love has tolerances on what is or is not acceptable as part of daily life so unconditional works but "sometimes love is not enough".......

    And yes... same song :/
  4. jimk

    jimk Staff Alumni

    Love is giving the extra without a thought to some one who is very special to you.. You would take the hurt rather than letting the other having to suffer.. Is just about the most special thing in this world!!!
  5. Witty_Sarcasm

    Witty_Sarcasm Eccentric writer, general weirdo, heedless heathen

    I have ideas of what I've heard it's like, but I'll never experience it for myself. But I hope that everyone will find their soulmate one day.
  6. MrSpaceBound

    MrSpaceBound Well-Known Member

    I will never know, but I am pretty sure I won't be alone in this.
  7. nolongerknow

    nolongerknow Active Member

    Fuck all the pop song puppy love bullshit. Your heart skipping a beat isn't love, it's cardiac arrhythmia. It's not about shortness of breath, either, or how turned on you get or whether you tell yourself you'd throw yourself in front of a bus for her or whatever. You can convince yourself of a lot about how you feel and what you would do in exchange for regular oral sex.

    Love is when she drives you insane sometimes. And I don't mean merely "aggravating" or "annoying," I mean flat-out fucking in. Sane. And in a way nobody else can do it in a million years. She'll drive you to the point where you'd gouge out your own eyeball with a melon baller or smack your scrotum a half-dozen times with a ball peen hammer if it means you can be done with this conversation. She'll make you want to chew your own arm off to get out of talking about this. And I don't care how many fucking times you've had this conversation, each time, you know you'll have it again:

    Her: I thought you turned the heat on.
    You: I did.
    Her: Well, I'm still cold. Are you sure you did it right?
    You: Yes, I'm pretty sure I know how to turn on a thermostat.
    Her: 'Cause you know you have to flip the switch to "heat" and....
    You: Honey! I know! How to turn on! A thermostat! I went to college for it and everything.
    Her: Well, I don't feel any heat blowing in here.
    You: I know. I think you broke the thermostat again.
    Her: I didn't break it.
    You: Yes, you did, you put that halogen lamp right next to it again.
    Her: That doesn't do anything.
    You: Yes, it does.
    Her: I thought you fixed it?
    You: I did fix it, and you broke it again.
    Her: Are you sure you fixed it right?
    You: Yes, goddammit, I fixed it right.
    Her: How do you know you fixed it?
    You: 'Cause it worked when I fixed it!
    Her: Well, it's not working now.
    You: 'Cause you broke it again!
    Her: How'd I break it?
    You: You put the goddamn, fucking lamp next to it!
    Her: I don't see why a lamp would break a thermostat.
    You: OK. I'm going to explain this. One more time. Slowly. Thermostats have a coil inside them that expands and contracts based on the temperature. This is how they know when it is hotter than the setting of the A/C, so it can cool the room off, or colder than the setting of the heating, so it can heat the room up. Halogen lamps generate heat. Halogen lamps generate a lot of heat. That's why you burn your fingers when you touch the bulbs after they've been on for a while. So when you put a halogen lamp next to a thermostat, it causes the coil to keep expanding and expanding and expanding past the point it's intended to expand. This makes the thermostat think it's really, really hot all the time, and it makes the coil less sensitive in the future, and it'll eventually break the coil so I'll have to replace the thermostat.
    Her: That doesn't sound right.
    You: Trust me. It's right.
    € Her: How do you know?
    Her: Well, I don't think they should make thermostats that can be broken by something little like a lamp.
    You: Fine. Don't think that. Write a letter to the manufacturers. Write a letter to universities and tell them to build a better thermostat. I don't fucking care. But that's how they make them. That's why I keep moving the lamp, that's why I keep telling you not to put it back to the right of the bookcase, that's why I've had to fix the thermostat four fucking times now. Stop! Putting! The lamp! Right! Next! To the thermostat!
    Her: But on the other side of the bookcase, the front of the hallway is dark, and I can't see inside my gift closet.
    You: Well, you can turn on the hall light to go through your gift closet, or you can sit here and be cold! Your choice, honey!
    Her: I don't think you fixed the thermostat right.

    And if the seventh time you have that conversation, knowing full well there will be an eighth time, you'd still rather have that conversation again than imagine a world she's not in, you're in love.

    Especially if you do fix that thermostat... again... the next day, and not just so she'll shut up about it, but because you really don't want her to be cold anymore.
  8. shedhaddock

    shedhaddock Banned Member

    He drives me insane, i love him :D
  9. Sadeyes

    Sadeyes Staff Alumni

    There are different types of love...I love him; I love my cat; I love my friends, etc., but what they have in common in additional to an unconditional regard (which does not mean without judgement), is that you know you are better off with these people (and furries) then without them...and as Nolongerknow so well represented it, it is not ignoring the warts the person has, but knowing that the person counts more than their foibles...for 13 years, I lived with someone who made sure one could do surgery in our bathroom, stored his clothes under our bed, filled up the gas tank whenever it was below FULL, diagnosed his mental conditions (he is in the field, need I say more?) weekly and remedicated himself often, etc., and still he was my favorite person, someone whose smell (that's right; I could not date someone for too long as he smelled like a ferret) I adored.
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