As I sit here, clumsily half-drinking, half-spilling my wine, I am suddenly struck with the notion to write a blog about the indescribable topic of love.
But first! The typical, yet wonderful love song playlist:
“Not About Love” -Fiona Apple
“House of Cards” -Radiohead
“It Must Be Love” -Madness
“Love” -Paul Simon
“Kathy’s Song” -Simon & Garfunkel
“Resistance” -Muse
“Love Of My Life” -Queen
“Let’s Stay Together” -Al Green
“Nothing Compares 2 U” -Sinead O’Connor (or Prince if you prefer)
“Overs” -Simon & Garfunkel
“It Ain’t Me Babe” -Bob Dylan
Shall we start with an over-simplified analysis? Of course!
Amazingly, I couldn’t find a schematic of love on Google Images, hence I had to go into Microsoft Word and conjure up some semblance of one with poor graphics and inappropriate sarcasm (don’t take offense to this my lovebird readers):
Now here’s a shocker (maybe) for you: I’ve never been in love! That’s right- I’ve never had a real boyfriend or anyone who seemed even remotely interested in me (save that man downtown with the wheelchair…). It’s a bit pathetic, really, and this might just prove to be a bad decision, confessing all of this to you and whatnot, but I don’t really care- at least this blog will be one of genuineness.
So, you might be wondering why the devil little ol’ me wanted to write a blog about a topic I have no personal experience in? Maybe it is my lack of experience which intrigues me so. Love is a universal subject which all beings are involved in, some way or another. We all want it, we are all burned by it at some point, and yet we always always always come back for more. Can you think of anything else that comes even remotely close to having that kind of absurdity? I cannot.
Let’s finish up this menagerie of rambling with a poll!
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You’re better off. Trust me.
Vegard is just being emo, and wrong.
Is it just the computer I’m using or is the quality of that relationship graph really really shitty?
I was always taught that boy meets girl, they fall in love, get married, and forget the world.
Replace “get married” with “extensive drug abuse” and you got yourself a true story!
I don’t care if we’re becoming comment spammers, that was great Vegard! Though I do wish Elizabeth’s statement were the true one.
I found that right hilarious also. And I was just kidding.
Wishful thinking. I’m not much of a believer in romanticism. I guess I’m bittersweet. Meh.
At least you’re still sweet, which is a good thing. I’m just bitter and accused of being emo! The nerve of some people!
My vote is you beat “some people” up. (If, by some people, you mean Bjørn)
I second that notion! Sorry, Burns.
Sweet! Permission to try to beat Burnie up!