
While the title may be a little misleading, this post is really just simply about love. Loving people, loving certain activities that make you smile, hell, loving favorite foods no matter how many calories are involved. The emotion is VERY important and it seriously is all around us (thank you, Love Actually).
**Obviously lifedates, she just didn't
know it at the time. This picture is
real, not posed, but raw, human
emotion. I love.
Starting with the weaker shit: sometimes I update my Twitter (I try to do it daily but I really suck at the internet) with three to
four things I just love in my day to day life. Examples (some pulled directly from Twitter, so no bitching about repeats): lipsticks that make teeth look impossibly white, straws, glitter and/or gems in any form, goat cheese, fishing to classical music in WoW, friends who are always there for me no matter how crazy I am that day, gloves, silk pillowcases, antique/rare out of print books, makeup, smelling like a rose...things like this. I like these things, I love these things. The word is so obviously interchangable with day to day, seemingly mundane objects or actions, but when looked at closer, we really do love some of those things. I fucking love straws. I can't explain it. I just know that I love them; like isn't strong enough.
People: I love people. I love strangers because they provide me with unending entertainment, good and bad. I enjoy watching affection between couples or seeing a fight break out between a mom and son. Shit gets real, REAL QUICK. That's real life, and that's truth (another thing I love, without a doubt: truth). This can also be said for characters in novels which, in essence, are basically the same thing. People watching = learning your characters in specific novels. I was a bad person in the Comparative Literature major because I could NOT separate myself from the characters. You're supposed to distance yourself and take in the WHOLE meaning of the story and the characters versus environment etc, but guess the fuck what; I'm an actress and I'm going to pick up on emotion and human connection before I pick up on any of that philosophical bullshit. Real talk: I fell deeply in love with certain heroines, and even felt pure hatred and disgust for others (pure hatred/disdain is almost like love because of the intensity of emotion. Even works with the lessor love lesson above, with stupid objects. I hate traffic, ignorance, lack of manners, pine nuts, and being asked constantly, 'how long until you're ready?' You see the difference).
But love of people...this is tough. There are people in my life I would take a bullet for (we're talking maybe two or three, call me a bitch, I love myself), and there are people in my life that I want to squeeze daily and remind them constantly what they mean to me.
Tier I: Soulmate/lifedate love
-Soulmates aren't limited to a romantic interest. Friends you are supposed to meet, friends you immediately click with, are your soulmates. This is almost like, predestined, cosmic shit. Super important. The lifedate is what society refers to as a 'soulmate'. Your lifedate is someone you've been waiting for and once you meet, you can't wait to begin the rest of your life with that person IMMEDIATELY, a la When Harry Met Sally. And it's true, when you meet that person, you know. You feel like your entire body is going to burst into flames (BEST EXAMPLE: Calcifer, Howl's Moving Castle, when he moves the house. I suppose maybe I could throw in a Hemingway reference but....fuck, I just can't...). Anyway, point is: your date has begun.
Tier II: Best FRENZ. Or hey, just friends?
-The people you really adore every day. You don't want to live without these people, but if you really had to, let's face it: you could. Not so much with Tier Onesies, who would make a hole in your chest if they decided to go AWOL (which would really piss me off). I believe in having all kinds of connections with all kinds of people so this is HUGE to me. I love all of my friends, each for different reasons. Yes, some of you piss me the fuck off sometimes with stupid little nuances that maybe I should overlook, but that's the glory of it, chaps. When you love someone, you love all of their little things, bullshit and all. You believe in them. You laugh with them.
Tier III: I don't really know what falls into tier three of luuurve for people, but I suppose you could put people that you FEEL a connection with, but you've never explored it. Follow that feeling because that person could LEGIT land a spot in the Alpha and Omega tier. This is heavy shit.
Moral (see, I did learn something UGA lit. department): Follow your gut feelings ALWAYS and follow your heart. Never, ever care what other people are going to think if you fall in love with someone or something out of the ordinary, never apologize, and you never have to explain. That's the beauty of having such wonderful friends. They will always accept the person, your love, the one who makes your soul sing, and accept him or her like they've been part of the family forever. See, if Avril Lavigne had read this blog, maybe she could have told the preppy girl who liked the skater boy to go for it. WHAT IF THEY WERE LIFEDATES (I'm kidding, they weren't. Lifedates will find each other no matter where they are in the world or at what point in their lives they're in, it's science).
I rambled. Fall in love, friends, so this post wasn't completely in vain. Don't look for it, don't expect it and certainly don't write it off. Wait for it; it'll come (twss) but please please please; believe in magic.


