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Before reading this, please bear in mind:
Lesson 1:
“Alone” people don’t like to talk about “Together” people.
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Furthermore, please note that although considerable care has been taken in the preparation of the information and material below, no provision has been made for warranty regarding the accuracy of any information contained herein in lieu with the predictability of your current personal situation; as the subject matter (LOVE) is a nine-tailed Fox that has proven time and time again to be an evasively stubborn and insanely cunning son-of-a-bitch.
Please note that you are advised to AVOID reading this piece UNTIL you have fallen prey to the nine-tailed Fox.
Disregard this disclaimer at the risk of getting seriously pissed off or worse: emotionally entangled!
#YourChoice!
ONE word... FOUR letters...FIVE lessons!
When you get sick, it starts with a single bacterium. One lone, nasty intruder. Pretty soon, the intruder duplicates, becomes two; then those two become four, and those four become eight. Then, before your body knows it, it’s under attack! It’s an invasion. The question then becomes “once the invaders have landed, once they’ve taken over your body, how the hell do you survive without them?”
What do you do when the infection hits you? When it takes over?
As humans, we are excited at the prospect of waking up to the unknown. As our day progresses, we prefer to know what curve balls life will throw our way. Usually, our brains map out contingency plans for worst case scenarios and we easily bounce back. Like our immune systems, our emotional molecular construct protects and repairs itself from unforeseen invasion. The weird part is what happens when our overall molecular constructs becomes prey to love’s giant bitch-slap! EVERYTHING SHUTS DOWN!
Lesson 2:
...Everyone’s Selfish!
You know, it’s surprising how when you’re single, everything about falling in love and having emotional attachments to another person feels like such a cliché load of bogus crap. All day every day, you meet amazing people, make major life-changing decisions, hear about upcoming marriages, see couples on the street, crave to have and feel what these love-sick, PDA-craving people are suffering from, get sick and tired of being sick and tired because you’re alone, and sub-consciously wonder why Valentine’s Day won’t just stay in February where it freaking belongs!
...that is of course until you find yourself being unnerved and unravelled by the butterfly-inducing sensations in your chest when you find yourself becoming exactly like the mindless couples you see everywhere on the street.
At that moment, emotions that were once kept in check become alter egos and grow minds of their own. Your resilient poker face loses focus, your pulse defiantly races uncontrollably, and the reflex-sharp intakes of breath in your lungs every time he/she (ya’ll know who your ‘who’s are) touches you cuts off the blood supply to your brain and becomes instant codeine to your mind. Every feeling becomes twice as intense, twice as beautiful, twice as painful; and everyday becomes another day to hold hands, breathe in their very essence, kiss them without holding back, watch them eat, bear with them when they snore like a century-old train, or just enjoy looking at them as they sleep.
Yes...when the love bug bites, admitting your other half has become a huge part of your auto-erotic asphyxiation-fix is as easy as breathing!!!
The feeling is always the same: something always brings me back to you...it never takes too long. I wanna say “set me free...leave me be...I don’t wanna fall love-deep into your gravity”. I realize, only too late, that even if I bring myself to form the words and say it, I’d never mean it. I find myself sub-consciously admitting that you get my body clicking on all cylinders and it suddenly becomes crystal clear...with you, unleashed desire zips through. My imagination, ever active, goes wet and wild. Images of your lips tease me, appease me. Visions of you helplessly locking your arms around my waist, my arms around your neck, my warm and willing mouth nuzzling your throat, my hands tenderly stroking you, worshipping you; causes my body to clench and throb painfully with need. Incessant thoughts of the pleasures hiding lazily underneath your shirt invade...fogging up my brain with air-tight schemes of suckling on your nipples, licking ‘em like popsicles, and feeling ‘em harden like unbreakable pebbles.
Blooro-jisox!!!
At this point, even an idiot can see that medicine can’t cure the way that I feel. Best part? I know you’re also suffering!
I love it when you see me watching you watching me like a love-stricken puppy in public, the way you worry about what I’m thinking about, how you lose all concentration after we argue, how emotional you get when we make up, the way you take the time to figure me out and what I’d like, how tongue-tied and shy you get when you want to tell me something badly but you’re not sure how I’d react, how easy it is for me to empty your mind with a simple kiss...
Yes...knowing that you’re confused and excited at the same time by just how much you’re drawn to me like a vampire is enticed by the smell and sight of blood surprisingly gives me an edgy peace. After-all...I hate to lose! *Evil Smirk*
The tired truth about this bacterium is that it seems like we have absolutely no control over how our own hearts feel...which only makes the situation all the more dicey. In an instant, it changes us without warning. Romance creeps in and makes the heart pound just like a panic attack can (and panic attacks are phenomenally notorious for making hearts stop dead in chests). It’s no wonder doctors try so damn hard to keep the heart stable, to keep it slow...steady...regular.
So... back to my initial question!
What do you do when the infection hits you? When it takes over?
Do you learn to enjoy the time you have with “the bacterium” and hope it never dies? Or do you look for any and all means necessary to squash the bloody infestation?
Lesson 3:
The Ugly Truth shall set the Handsome you free!
Although I subscribe to the age-old player philosophy of...oh, how does it go again...: “before giving YOUR HEART to anyone, make sure you OWN THEIRS FIRST...after-all, business is business”, you need to remember that this rule NEVER applies in all scenarios. Not every relationship is the same. The reality is when you fall for someone and realize it’s a mutual feeling, no matter how much pain love can cause, that person becomes worth the fall. Unfortunately, sometimes, some of us go into relationships with unrealistic expectations and, instead of allowing things to unfold naturally, we throw all the junk we can find in the way into the matter, including the kitchen sink!
Ø SO WHAT'S THE TEA? Ø
Lesson 4:
Go the Distance
For those in relationships or in the “dating someone special” section of Cupid’s bar, I’m sure you’ve realized it’s all about compromise, all about being selfless and doing what’s best for BOTH OF YOU, not just for the other person or yourself. What most people often forget is that, often, it’s hard to accept that it’s not always the hard work or attention to details in relationships that provide the answers sought after. Sometimes, you just have to sit back, relax, and wait for “a happy accident” to occur because it’s these “accidents” that work best in bringing both of you closer and usually always turns out to be the most interesting parts of your day...of life...and of love. Although having to think about someone other than YOU can prove to be a complication, some complications are well worth it.
So you go to sleep each night thinking about tomorrow, going over your plans, preparing the lists, and hoping that whatever “accidents” come your way will be happy ones.
Lesson 5:
1+1 equals TWO
For those who still find themselves still listening to “Singles Top Ten countdown”, remember EVERYONE has been there. I know that the mere knowledge of this doesn’t help the situation but I thought it’d be good to put it out there for your sub-conscious to pick up on. The issue however is that human beings are HORRIBLE AT MATHS! Hello... 1+1 ain’t ever gonna be TWO if the PLUS ONE (+1) isn’t interested in being TWO. It’s all in the math! If it ain’t mutual, IT WILL NEVER WORK!!! Quit counting dead-weight!
Secondly, know that you are not a freak, it’s not always going to be your fault, and, by God, you’re not broken! We’ve all wished at some point in our lives that “having-a-crush” and/or “falling-in-love” had traffic lights, so we’d know when to: go for it, slow down, or just stop altogether. There’s really no way to say it without sounding cliché but: it eventually gets better! The constant throbbing in your chest, the depression, the embarrassments, the rejections, and all the hopelessness don’t last forever. Don’t take my word for it...Take Jeremiah’s:
Jeremiah 29:11: “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, Saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end”
... Look at where you are now. Do you think this is your ‘expected end’?
C’mon!
Oh and before you turn yourself into an Abortion-Loving, stem-cell-research opposing, deficit-loving, self-hating, affirmative-action despising, bible-thumping xenophobe, consider this:
When you see pictures of mountain climbers at the top of the mountain, they’re smiling, ecstatic, triumphant...but have you ever wondered why no one takes pictures while climbing that mountain? They don’t take pictures along the way ‘cuz no one wants to remember the rest of it. Look, the way I see it, we push ourselves because we have to, not because we like it. The relentless climb, the pain and anguish of taking it to the next level...nobody takes pictures of that. Nobody wants to remember.
Forget that sometimes, you might find yourself back at the bottom of the mountain climbing again. If you really want to be honest with yourself, you’ll admit that everyone just wants to remember the view from the top...that breath-taking moment at the edge of the world that gives you a glimpse of Heaven.
Remember...
As long as the feelings are mutual, that spark can truly make Heaven a place on earth for the both of you. The payoff is usually worth the risk. It’s the knowledge of this that keeps us (couples and optimistic singles alike) climbing; and it’s worth the pain...that’s the crazy part...it’s worth ANYTHING!!!
