Thoughts on Love

Today, I realized a few things about love. First, I discovered that when you fancy someone, you tend to romanticize them in your mind, and create a version of them that you'd imagine them to be. In your mind, they can do no wrong. They are always there for you, to comfort and support you, and they won't ever leave or hurt you. You can tell them anything, and they'll listen. That leads me to my second point. Why are we so afraid to let people to know how we feel? Humans spent over 2000 years (give or take a significant amount more depending on how you look at it) perfecting language. So when we have something important to say, why is it at that moment most of us are at a loss for words? Surely embarrassment can't be the only reason that holds our feelings back. Is it that we're so afraid of losing that person that you'd rather have a platonic relationship to keep everything like it is instead of chasing your dreams? Or do we fear rejection? Or looking like a fool?

I hate to break it to the people that think that way, but unfortunately, relationships commonly involve embarrassment, looking like a fool, and sometimes rejection. But love is risking these things in order to keep the dream alive.

But don't get me wrong. If you aren't in a relationship, don't rush into one. Goodness knows I haven't, and I turned out just fine. Quoting one of my favorite songs http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5ZwnmJgC-g by Charlie McDonnell "I've never really been in love, and that is fine by me. I'll sit at home and refine the person I want to be. Because I’m still young and not prepared to waste my time..." I think these lines of the song capture how I feel almost perfectly. True, I have never been in love, and I'm not prepared to waste my time (not to mention I have quite a bit of maturing to do), but it's not okay with me. I might make jokes in person, but that doesn't mean that I'm not afraid of growing up and being alone. I have this stupid idea in my head that since no one has really shown interest in me, no one ever will, which is probably not true. However, there's nothing I can do to make this idea go away. Why is that? Because I'm silly and young, and I have no idea what I'm talking about.

Ponder this, dear readers.

If you like thinking about things like this, I suggest reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. I just finished, and I'm about to re-read it to make sure I soaked it all in. Warning: it contains some mature/ young adult content, but the deep philosophical meaning hidden within the pages is worth sifting through the vulgarity.