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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 hurt SHEEPY.
I'm hurt SHEEPY.
I'm glad your in love Paradox. Feels good don't it. I also am in love with my girlfriendd.... and its great
Loves a b*tch.
I did that classic christmass thing off givign a girl my heart. Getting laid then getting dumped the very next day.
Not that bad then
I did that classic christmass thing off givign a girl my heart. Getting laid then getting dumped the very next day.
Not that bad then
Love…
It’s an odd thing. It’s a thing that makes me crazy, makes me mad. Makes me horny, makes me sad. Not always in the conventional cheesy Hollywood way either. I seem to be much more moody and get ‘the hump’ a lot more since I fell in love. I promise that any rhyming stuff will stop in this first paragraph.
It’s not all about not knowing what you’re doing and having no control. My face lights up with a smile each time I see her, even if it’s a photo. I get a very odd feeling in my stomach each time I think of her. Now, I’m a gassy guy, but this isn’t gas.
I get angry for little to no reason when we fight over nothing.
I feel low when we do and always end up asking myself, “why”, afterwards. We don’t fight much. Well, not in a serious way. We squabble, but in a playful manor. We wind each other up, but again in a playful way.
I’ve only been going out with her for a short while, but, you know how those irritating people on TV say “they click”…well, we clicked. 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.
I wake up and I think of her.
I go to sleep and I think of her.
I go to the bathroom and…well, I read The Beno, but whatever.
I knock one out...well, actually I haven’t done this since I first slept with her. My hand doesn’t look so attractive anymore. I’ve been put of masturbation!
This post has no point other then that I can’t sleep and just thought I’d brainfart, (thanks Grix, love that word).
Hmm, anyway. Hmmm.
It’s an odd thing. It’s a thing that makes me crazy, makes me mad. Makes me horny, makes me sad. Not always in the conventional cheesy Hollywood way either. I seem to be much more moody and get ‘the hump’ a lot more since I fell in love. I promise that any rhyming stuff will stop in this first paragraph.
It’s not all about not knowing what you’re doing and having no control. My face lights up with a smile each time I see her, even if it’s a photo. I get a very odd feeling in my stomach each time I think of her. Now, I’m a gassy guy, but this isn’t gas.
I get angry for little to no reason when we fight over nothing.
I feel low when we do and always end up asking myself, “why”, afterwards. We don’t fight much. Well, not in a serious way. We squabble, but in a playful manor. We wind each other up, but again in a playful way.
I’ve only been going out with her for a short while, but, you know how those irritating people on TV say “they click”…well, we clicked. 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.
I wake up and I think of her.
I go to sleep and I think of her.
I go to the bathroom and…well, I read The Beno, but whatever.
I knock one out...well, actually I haven’t done this since I first slept with her. My hand doesn’t look so attractive anymore. I’ve been put of masturbation!
This post has no point other then that I can’t sleep and just thought I’d brainfart, (thanks Grix, love that word).
Hmm, anyway. Hmmm.
I said I'm hurt SHEEPY!
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I TOLD YOU NOT TO CRY!
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
You’re a walking plethora of human emotions, SHEEPY. You’re deep, man. Deep.
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
Don't make fun.
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