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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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I'm not sure if that is good or bad.
Find it?
He bloody makes it!
He bloody makes it!
Ahaha. Wherever do you find this stuff?
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i do
Ms NY wrote:
>mainly because I worry they'll die
Bloody hell. Do you live in Kosovo or something?
>mainly because I worry they'll die
Bloody hell. Do you live in Kosovo or something?
Woo. A happy post!
I say 'love' everyday. Love my coffee, indeed. To people - mainly because I worry they'll die, so let it be known!
I say 'love' everyday. Love my coffee, indeed. To people - mainly because I worry they'll die, so let it be known!
:-)
I've always got girls complaining to me about how their boyfriend sucks, or how all their boyfriends have sucked and they can't find a good man.
And I'm sat there thinking "What about the kid who's sat opposite you, the one whom you tell everything to?"
But they never see it that way. I'm like the gay friend, but with half the gayness.
Curse my amazing way with women, it's so amazing they see me as a girl...
And I'm sat there thinking "What about the kid who's sat opposite you, the one whom you tell everything to?"
But they never see it that way. I'm like the gay friend, but with half the gayness.
Curse my amazing way with women, it's so amazing they see me as a girl...
Grix Thraves wrote:
> I wouldn't put down too many people who use the word love in
> conversation. Perhaps they actually -are- in love, no more or less
> than you are right now. In fact, thinking that your love is high and
> above anyone elses 'version' of love is er, a bit pretentious.
Yeah I think I have a bit of a messiah complex somewhere along the line.
I was generalising, of course, but mostly refering to people using the word in relation to inanimate objects or people they want to pork.
> I wouldn't put down too many people who use the word love in
> conversation. Perhaps they actually -are- in love, no more or less
> than you are right now. In fact, thinking that your love is high and
> above anyone elses 'version' of love is er, a bit pretentious.
Yeah I think I have a bit of a messiah complex somewhere along the line.
I was generalising, of course, but mostly refering to people using the word in relation to inanimate objects or people they want to pork.
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