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What annoys me to no end is how people overuse the word “love” to accentuate something. You may enjoy a nice cup of tea, heck you may really enjoy it, but when people go so far as to say they ‘love’ a cup of tea then the word is being overused. It pains me to see box-glasses-wearing emo kids crying about how hard it is being 14 and in love with someone they met on AOL chat, or when mini-chavs vow to their 9-year-old, probably-pregnant chavinas that they love them.
Perhaps I am slightly old fashioned in this view, but I told myself I’d never use the word love unless I meant it. I know more than a handful of guys who have used the immortal L-word in order to sleep with someone, which is, in my opinion, a form of emotional fraud.
I don’t know if you remember my panic-attack when my mentally challenged ex-girlfriend told me on the eve of our break-up that she loved me and wanted to have my babies. It almost tripped off my tongue, “I love you too” but I assessed the situation and realised I only wanted her D-cup warriors and not emotional baggage and found the exit door to the relationship. It wasn’t one of those scared-of-commitment things, perhaps more of a scared-of-psycho-girl things.
However a recent revelation in my life has caused me to use the L-word and mean it. I’m actually in love, and it’s all gay and soppy and mushy like in the films. I didn’t plan for it, it just sort of happened. Then I waited a while, and it was still there, and then it leapt out of my mouth like the chest-burster thing from Alien and the ‘I love you’ was returned (I’d have cried like a McDonalds worker on payday if she hadn’t said it back).
So I’m all grinny and happy and sexed up and for the first time ever I’m not all angsty and stuff, and I can look back on my depressive life-is-so-hard fluffy-bard-collar days and giggle slightly.
I’m not sure if there’s a moral to my story, or indeed if it is a story at all, just wanted to vent. Happily vent, for once.
Perhaps I am slightly old fashioned in this view, but I told myself I’d never use the word love unless I meant it. I know more than a handful of guys who have used the immortal L-word in order to sleep with someone, which is, in my opinion, a form of emotional fraud.
I don’t know if you remember my panic-attack when my mentally challenged ex-girlfriend told me on the eve of our break-up that she loved me and wanted to have my babies. It almost tripped off my tongue, “I love you too” but I assessed the situation and realised I only wanted her D-cup warriors and not emotional baggage and found the exit door to the relationship. It wasn’t one of those scared-of-commitment things, perhaps more of a scared-of-psycho-girl things.
However a recent revelation in my life has caused me to use the L-word and mean it. I’m actually in love, and it’s all gay and soppy and mushy like in the films. I didn’t plan for it, it just sort of happened. Then I waited a while, and it was still there, and then it leapt out of my mouth like the chest-burster thing from Alien and the ‘I love you’ was returned (I’d have cried like a McDonalds worker on payday if she hadn’t said it back).
So I’m all grinny and happy and sexed up and for the first time ever I’m not all angsty and stuff, and I can look back on my depressive life-is-so-hard fluffy-bard-collar days and giggle slightly.
I’m not sure if there’s a moral to my story, or indeed if it is a story at all, just wanted to vent. Happily vent, for once.
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Deathskitten wrote:
> and i do love tea, not just like but love
I'm sure there's some law against it...
> and i do love tea, not just like but love
I'm sure there's some law against it...
"Love is in the air"
He writes a gay post on the internet
when a man......loves a woman....
I didn't cry, I'm a man.
To be honest I can't remember the last time I did, I'm emotionally... dead, or something.
To be honest I can't remember the last time I did, I'm emotionally... dead, or something.
HAHA, CRY BABIES!
Don't make fun.
nice to see that your happy for once para!
and i do love tea, not just like but love
and i do love tea, not just like but love
You’re a walking plethora of human emotions, SHEEPY. You’re deep, man. Deep.
English_Bloke wrote:
> > I knew quite soon that this was more then just me lusting over her
> juicy shirt spuds and wanting to mash my head between them. I
> love her. Now, I’ve never been ‘in love’ before this, so I for one
> find it to be quite scary.
Haha
My my, aren't you a big lot of feminine cry babies.
I was in love once, it took a bit to convince myself as I aware of stupid teenage exist. Then I had my heart ripped out, made to feel guilty about it, lost all friends. So, I don't like love, love is bad. Boo love boo
> > I knew quite soon that this was more then just me lusting over her
> juicy shirt spuds and wanting to mash my head between them. I
> love her. Now, I’ve never been ‘in love’ before this, so I for one
> find it to be quite scary.
Haha
My my, aren't you a big lot of feminine cry babies.
I was in love once, it took a bit to convince myself as I aware of stupid teenage exist. Then I had my heart ripped out, made to feel guilty about it, lost all friends. So, I don't like love, love is bad. Boo love boo
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