Let's Talk About Love Again, Shall We?
Dec. 10th, 2003 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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lissinthecity's post about love a little late, but it did get me to thinking.
There are many words one might use to describe my views on the subject. Cynical. Hard-hearted. Unromantic. Pessimistic. A misanthrope, if you will.
I don't believe in wuv, true luv, at least not in the sugar-coated, romantic, Pretty Woman kind of way, where a person can meet and just know that a person is THE ONE. Soul mates? Only of the same sex. Love at first sight? Gag me. A person who knows all of your hopes, dreams, fears, wishes, and dislikes, and loves you all the more for them? I'd run the other way as fast as I could.
Yep, I have a Honeybunch that I love dearly. We love each other and tell each other so every single day. But more importantly, we are each our own person. There's mutual respect of each other. When one asks a favor, the other performs the request, or explains why they can't get it done. Apologies are handed out on occasion when an agreed-upon request is not honored. If one of us forgets a request made by the other, we feel badly.
I'd never trade that for all the candy and flowers and jewelry in the world. If Honeybunch quit helping out around the house or ignoring me when I ask him to pick up milk or throw a load of laundry in, all the romanticism in the world could not make me love him. Honoring each other means respecting each other as a person, and honor and respect are tied inexorably with love for me.
Honor is not going out to dinner because my SO hasn't lifted a finger around the house for a month. Respect is not buying me a nice necklace when he can't be arsed to help with the kids.
That aside, Honeybunch is a romantic (who would have thought the woman completely unromantic and the male the fluffy partner) and I can handle that in small doses. But I can understand the irritation and feeling of suffocation one can feel with a person who cannot be without the other. When the other person needs you to be validated, a full person. Honeybunch isn't like that, thank goodness. He just needs some extra attention and hugs on the hour. :)
I like to spread my intimacies around. I have friends who know most everything about me, Honeybunch knows what he wants to know (and really, there are parts of every person that you don't care to know), and other friends that I can let loose with sides of my personality that I don't use every day. I'm a mess of contradictions, and I wouldn't wish upon any one person the task of deciphering all of them. That doesn't mean that love should be conditional, but that sharing every facet of oneself kills the mystery, doesn't it?
But then again, one could call me lucky. I've never felt completely unloved. Even when I was single, I never felt like there wouldn't be someone to love me. I just figured it would simply be a matter of time. I got involved with things I enjoyed, did what made me happy, and found someone who I could share my time with and who loved me back. I loved unconditionally, gave freely of my love to others, and received love in return. Now that's cheesy. :-P
So says PBG, lover of romantic novels.
lissinthecity's post about love a little late, but it did get me to thinking.There are many words one might use to describe my views on the subject. Cynical. Hard-hearted. Unromantic. Pessimistic. A misanthrope, if you will.
I don't believe in wuv, true luv, at least not in the sugar-coated, romantic, Pretty Woman kind of way, where a person can meet and just know that a person is THE ONE. Soul mates? Only of the same sex. Love at first sight? Gag me. A person who knows all of your hopes, dreams, fears, wishes, and dislikes, and loves you all the more for them? I'd run the other way as fast as I could.
Yep, I have a Honeybunch that I love dearly. We love each other and tell each other so every single day. But more importantly, we are each our own person. There's mutual respect of each other. When one asks a favor, the other performs the request, or explains why they can't get it done. Apologies are handed out on occasion when an agreed-upon request is not honored. If one of us forgets a request made by the other, we feel badly.
I'd never trade that for all the candy and flowers and jewelry in the world. If Honeybunch quit helping out around the house or ignoring me when I ask him to pick up milk or throw a load of laundry in, all the romanticism in the world could not make me love him. Honoring each other means respecting each other as a person, and honor and respect are tied inexorably with love for me.
Honor is not going out to dinner because my SO hasn't lifted a finger around the house for a month. Respect is not buying me a nice necklace when he can't be arsed to help with the kids.
That aside, Honeybunch is a romantic (who would have thought the woman completely unromantic and the male the fluffy partner) and I can handle that in small doses. But I can understand the irritation and feeling of suffocation one can feel with a person who cannot be without the other. When the other person needs you to be validated, a full person. Honeybunch isn't like that, thank goodness. He just needs some extra attention and hugs on the hour. :)
I like to spread my intimacies around. I have friends who know most everything about me, Honeybunch knows what he wants to know (and really, there are parts of every person that you don't care to know), and other friends that I can let loose with sides of my personality that I don't use every day. I'm a mess of contradictions, and I wouldn't wish upon any one person the task of deciphering all of them. That doesn't mean that love should be conditional, but that sharing every facet of oneself kills the mystery, doesn't it?
But then again, one could call me lucky. I've never felt completely unloved. Even when I was single, I never felt like there wouldn't be someone to love me. I just figured it would simply be a matter of time. I got involved with things I enjoyed, did what made me happy, and found someone who I could share my time with and who loved me back. I loved unconditionally, gave freely of my love to others, and received love in return. Now that's cheesy. :-P
So says PBG, lover of romantic novels.
