The Shenanigans Of Love

God made woman beautiful and foolish. Beautiful, that man might love her. Foolish, that she might love him.

True Love. Love that doesn’t turn you stupid, is no love. The brain becomes illogical, in the throes of a new romance. People in ‘blind love’ throw away common sense, conscience, and comedy from their life. It really is a downward spiral and usually ushers in the downright ridiculous. For an emotional rollercoaster? Sign me up!

Sacrifices. Can a woman forget her nursing child? Well yeah! It’s easier if the little demon has no regard for her breasts? Biting away like he pays part of the rent. Does she still have a love for the kid? Yes, she still does. The child just has bad vibes. True love is letting the kid put their hand in the fire. After all, all the times you attempted to stop him, he hated you for it. “Did it burn you?, It did?” That right there is love!

Say the words. Some people(not me) have difficulty expressing their love for others. And it’s not because they don’t have those feelings(at least that’s what they want you to think)

20200308_204127_0001

Sometimes it’s because you put them on the spot.

20200308_204127_0002

Don’t continue pushing your agenda.

20200308_204127_0003

It will end in tears.

20200308_204127_0004

Now playing | U2 – Ordinary Love.

Soulmate. I am a firm believer in the school-of-thought that each individual has more than one soulmate. Whether it be hair gel, lotion, or a whole other human, you’ve got options. It’s why I couldn’t quite grasp why David was so upset his ‘soulmate’ left him.

Gottfried: Move on man, there’s plenty of fish in the sea…

David: I know man, I’m really trying (to move on)

Gottfried: Wait, why are you still crying?

David: I really liked this particular fish. This was my fish! I’m done fishing man, I really am!

But he was back fishing a few months later. In a different pond though. He’d had enough salmon, it was time for some homegrown catfish. He caught another shark!

If you loved it so much, you’ll put a ring on it. Look, it’s impossible to put a ring on a peanut butter sandwich, believe me, I’ve tried! Also, it’s convenient to think that the only way to express one’s love is by trying to cuff the ‘it’ forever! Some philosopher said it best, only know your lover when you let her go. Congrats, you’re single!

I love you so much I’m going to make you repeat a class. Look, Dad, we’ve talked about this. So what I failed math this term? I’ve learned my lesson! I’ll pay more attention in class. All you have to do is tell the Principal that I won’t be repeating this form. What do you mean you love me so I’ll have to repeat the class? Where is the love in that?

Romeo and Juliet in 2020.

20200308_203054_0001

On and on. United against a common enemy!

20200308_203054_0002

You know what? What is life?

20200308_203054_0003

Say after me. Women are scum!

20200308_203054_0004

And just like that…

Love is blind, and deaf-mute too. Especially in the morning, because I can’t see a damn thing before having a cup of coffee. The mirror of life shows you, woman or man. But in the heart of the soul, you are neither. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why love is stricken with blindness. Nothing like a breakup to miraculously give sight to “love is blind” couples.

In the grand scheme of things, you may argue that Love is certainly not blind…

but it does lead to blindness

© Gottfried. All rights reserved.

Advertisement

256 thoughts on “The Shenanigans Of Love

  1. I’d tend to agree, but I’d love is so blind, how can you account for couples who’ve managed to make it 50 or 60 years? They are not blind. They just love each other. Their true selves. The problem is, most people do not know what’s important in marriage. They fall because of nice eyes, attractive looks, and early-stage attentiveness. And then it just drags on as it falls apart until they both say “no more.” But in real love, there is “no more” until they are separated by death.

    From Fiddler on the roof:
    “For twenty-five years I’ve lived with him
    Fought with him, starved with him
    Twenty-five years my bed is his
    If that’s not love, what is?”

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.