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What is love?

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Brian Fantana: I think I was in love once.
Ron Burgundy: Really? What was her name?
Brian Fantana: I don't remember.
Ron Burgundy: That's not a good start, but keep going...
Brian Fantana: She was Brazilian, or Chinese, or something weird. I met her in the bathroom of a K-Mart and we made out for hours. Then we parted ways, never to see each other again.
Ron Burgundy: I'm pretty sure that's not love.
Brian Fantana: Damn it.
 
Love is fucked. Sometimes I think I've got it, sometimes I think I'm giving it and sometimes I don't want anything to do with it...
 
Love is a construct that exists on an emotional spectrum but its subjectively understood and defined by individuals.

Unconditional love, puppy love, and loves that twist your insides...

Romatic love is activity in this part of the brain.
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There are poetic aspects of love that can't be pinpointed or quantified too.

Love is complex and simple, maybe its a contradiction of sorts too.
 
Even just in terms of romantic love, the thing that separates it from infatuation is a degree of selflessness. Like when you're infatuated, you still regard the other person as something of an 'object'. Love whether romantic or otherwise seems to have the effect of reducing the view of self as 'subject' and others as 'object', it both sort of broadens and dissolves your sense of 'self'. Not all the way, but it sort of has that direction or flavor to it. I guess you can say it has a way of dissolving artificial boundaries. Phrasing it that way seems very idealistic or schmaltzy but I'm not really sure how else to phrase it.
 
Love. Love never changes.
The Romans used love to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its search for safety and companionship. Hitler shaped a scorned Germany into an economic superpower.

But love never changes.

In the 21st century, love was still withheld over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the rewards of love were also its weapons: familiarity and complacency. For these resources, a woman would settle with a man she didnÂ’t love, the teenage boy would ask his best friend to prom despite liking someone else, and the sanctity of marriage would break-up into quarreling, bickering exes, bent on controlling the last remaining loved ones in their lives.

Soon, the storm of unrequited lust had come again. In a few brief years, most of the population was reduced to jaded, cynical people. And from the ashes of emotional devastation, a new relationship would struggle to arise.

A few were able to reach the relative safety of successful partnerships. Your family was part of that group that entered. Imprisoned safely behind the feeling of normality, under a mountain of media-induced self-image problems, a generation has lived without knowledge of the freeing power of trusting someone else completely.

Life in the world is about to change.
 
For now I'll go with "invented by the media to sell movies to romantic idiots, not existant in real life".

:/
 
Love means that you never have to say that you're sorry because you don't hurt your baby no more, and it's the sweetest thing although you don't have to be a smart man to know what love is, even though some aren't quite sure what love has to do with it because love hurts and stinks when you have to put someone else's needs before your own by leaving them forever after you put on a fake play about it in the Moulin Rouge.
 
People talk about love as if it is a thing in itself, but even when you break it down to neurotransmitters and brain activity, it isn't its own thing. It is the manifestation of multiple emotions, feelings of trust and dependency, responsibility, loyalty, protectiveness. It's happiness, frustration, hurt, ecstasy, attraction. You can't gussy it up into a bromide or a bible verse, or you're left with something inauthentic. Love is the good and the bad of a relationship, a complex mix of emotions in varying quantities for each distinct batch. It is the good and the bad, the said and unsaid, done and undone. When you try to quantify it as a thing in itself, it breaks down. There is no 'love' as its own entity, it is built of more fundamental parts.
 
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