I have no idea why I am up so early on a Saturday morning, and I am okay with it really because I have some things I want to get done today anyway and he morning is just as good a time as any other to get them done, or at least started. I had a decent enough night of sleep and I think I will remain in human form for the majority of the day because of it.
Yesterday I told you to love, and today I am going to tell you why, to me, love is the best word in the history of creation. Mind you, I may have been up for a while now, but I am still pre-caffeine so be gentle when you analyze this for the inevitable mistakes that I will pepper herein, I am but a simple Bear after all.
Chemicals. That is what some will tell you about love. They will go on about Oxytocin and neuropeptides. They are not wrong in the slightest. Please, scientists extraordinaire do not think I am pissing on your profession and you personally when I go into love being more than a molecule, not that I think most of you boil all human love emotions that far down.
I tell people all the time that I am in love with being in love. I love that feeling of being wrapped in the heart of another and finding the wonderful things about them that only people who are in love with one another tend to find out. I am not perfect however and I am aware that fall in love, well, pretty much instantly if a set of variables are met. I don’t mean third date fall in love, I mean the third sentence fall in love.
The language you see, language is what tugs at my heart. I listen to how you say the words, I watch how your mouth forms the words. Inflection and tone, pitch and speed. I never judge anyone for them, so please don’t think I am that kind of pretentious, I just love it see. It doesn’t matter your gender or your age if you trip all of the triggers, I am going to fall in love with you a little bit and there is very little I can do about it I have learned.
Enough of me.
Love is the ultimate expression of a human being. It shows that we are capable, nay that we are responsible, for caring for another human being more than we care for ourselves. Romantic, Platonic, Filial, all love is this exact principle. You have to let go of the ego and allow that painful and obvious vulnerability come into the discussion because only then, with your walls down tot he ground and your eyes wide open to the wonders of the Universe can you look into the eyes of that person and see that ultimate reciprocation of what you feel for them.
A little deep for a Saturday morning? Maybe, let me rephrase then.
Be happy, be happy and make other people happy.
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I am JameyBear. Liberal. Hippie. Dad. Widower. Poet. Author. Sarcastic Ass. Friend. Lover. Hater.
I have lied and cheated, stolen and done violence in word and deed.
I have given the shirt off my back and they wanted the skin underneath instead.
I am a notorious soft touch, wearing my heart on my sleeve and wanting to make everyone happy.
I tip too much, too often, too many places, and it is has burned me even as recent as this week.
I love everyone I have ever hated still. I will always love the memory of being in love with them.
I want to be your friend. No. I want you to want me to be your friend.
I am clingy and needy, dependent and hopelessly lost in times that I will never live in.
I use language that was archaic when archaic was a new word in the early 19th century.
I want to record myself reading everything so people won’t forget me when I disappear.
I talk too much, listen too deeply, process too quickly and infer way too much.
My beard is also better than yours