I am 48 and I sill wonder what love is. I have some ideas of what love is but at times I still wonder and I think its because every time I think I have it figured out I get knocked on my ass as God laughs and waves a preverbal finger my way saying “That’s not it”, you my dear have much yet to learn. And I know I do. I am a lover but I have a fair amount of fighter in me as well. I want to know things when I want to know them and I want to know them for sure. Love can’t be researched though, its the language of the heart and we are all just trying to figure it out in our own way. I know love is kind, patient, trusting and all that good stuff or at least its supposed to be that way. I am loving and I try to be kind although my patience sucks ass most of the time. This I know and have been told by several people. Still aside from those things, what is love to you?
To me it’s being there for the ones you claim to love.
Being honest even when you think it will hurt.
Trusting and keeping your word.
.Being faithful if it’s a relationship and treating the person as you yourself want to be treated. Of all of the other things I think this is what love is the most because if you treat others as you’d like to be treated yourself everything else falls into place.
What do you call love?
I just read Day 87 Question 87. This blog got me thinking as her blogs often do. The question was pet peeves. Oh my did this question fuel my imagination! My pet peeves are a few but no peeve is a bigger peeve than a person who lies to me. I have never understood that, especially a person who lies for no god given reason. A person who lies just because honesty seems to be a foreign concept.
Lies was all a person I once knew could tell. There was no way to get the truth out of this person and the worst part of it was that they lied for absolutely no reason and over the most mundane things. If I asked if they were close they’d say yes and show up hours late. Were i to ask if they did something, yes was the answer but it was always a lie. I really wonder what makes a person live like this? What crazy shit has misfires in the brain to make it good to constantly lie and pretend it’s the truth? Or are they pretending? Is it a simple answer, perhaps people like this just like to lie. maybe there’s nothing to decipher.
Maybe just maybe lies is all a person who lies enjoys. All I know is that this is my greatest peeve aside from chewing with your mouth open, that shit drives me nuts. Still It doesn’t get thru my head for my take on it is I don’t lie to people I don’t know because I’m not worried about what they think and I definitely don’t lie to people I care about because they deserve nothing but honesty from me like it or not. So no matter who you are, honesty is the name of the game with me.
There.. rant over. I feel better now.