Count Me In

Someone once said, ~Love is a strange emotion. When one thinks of it, a conflicting multitude of thoughts arise. Love is pitiful and marvelous, empowering and parasitic. It is hideous, it is beautiful. It is weak and strong at the same time. Love has started wars, ended wars, caused the depression and death of millions, as well as caused uncountable others to be thrown to the height of ecstasy. So is love truly such a pure, lively thing? I think it is a mixture of both. Just as nothing is purely good or evil, so is love.~ Let me ask you this question, why do we subject ourselves to this seemingly fleeting notion of love or true love for that matter knowing full well how much physical, emotional, and mental pain it can most definitely bring into our lives?

If you think about it, love does more harm than good as you start out a moderately happy person but as time goes on you become absolutely miserable. Miserable in the sense you can't function the way you normally do as eating, sleeping work, etc. are considerably affecting you in such a physical way to the point where it progressively saps the strength right out of you. I think every person has been in a situation where they've either experienced for themselves or witnessed a friend going through their own personal misery and in turn you become miserable because of how utterly, as well as pathetically "happy" he/she is, which makes you either want to puke, slap them around in order to get it together, or punch him/her in the face.

Without a doubt, love can be emotionally draining to your system as you can go through so many highs and lows within your own heart to where it hurts to even breathe. It's a sad situation indeed to see someone you know and/or care about become an emotional wreck/mess over a guy/girl who one is either interested in, in love with, or had their heart broken by him/her all-the-while being the supportive friend comforting that person during their lowest point. Yet, as you comfort him/her you find yourself somewhat disconnected because of how the person is acting as love has caused the loss of control of their own emotional faculties. What love has effectively done is turn him/her into a shell of one's former self leaving in its place a sad, weak-willed, depressed individual.

For the question can be asked, do you believe love can cause a clear and rational normal human being to become insane? I believe so because under normal circumstances a rational person knows exactly what they're doing but when love is involved you do certain things that just don't make any sense at all. A rational person wouldn't call someone to talk hours on end when he/she just got done spending time all day with him/her. A rational person doesn't play who hangs up first and waits in silence if he/she is going to hang up before you do. A rational person wouldn't fly/drive across the U.S. or world for that matter to see someone who may not feel the same way as you do. It's these irrational aspects of love that just leave you dumbfounded as to how much of the population needs psychiatric help.

In retrospect, it's a sad state of affairs on how love is no longer what it used to be as forever has now become a few months/years. You come to a point where you scratch your head on the many reasons why men and women can't seem to make it work with each other that you find yourself tearing your own hair out because you see the answer clear as day but they unfortunately don't. It's because of this that I've become a cynic when it pertains to matters of the heart and part of me doesn't want to experience the physical, emotional, and mental torture of what love can do. Ultimately, what it comes down to is being a glutton for punishment for something so stupid you're willing to be a totally insane, depressed, irrational individual in which the other part of me says...count me in.