love and such

the worst thing you can do to a woman is love her.

there is no book thick enough. no blog long enough. there is no website that extensive. no joural that efficient. there is no base solid enough to effectively explore and accurately depict the concept of love. however, it has been my experience, and mine alone from which i can positively speak.

in hindsight, every woman that has ever loved me, still does. and of those women, every one of them has hated me, and still do. and its not because i'm rich, or suave, or handsome, or smart, or funny, or tall, or moral, or religious, or cool, or stable, or earthy, or sacrastic, or sexy, or handy, or adventurous, or well-hung. no, these are all aspects of a person that may attract another person. these have little to do with love. no, in my experience, any woman that has ever loved me has done so because i have loved them. and my love for them dictated my actions, my thoughts and my words in such a way that my love for them was undeniable and inexplicably apparent throughout the course of the relationship. so much so, that they could also easliy identify when it was gone. yes, love does leave.

find a book. i dare you.

yesterday, i posted a blog called "baby hands". and in that blog, i talked about how i lifted my 15-month-old nephew to touch the ceiling fan. and he enjoyed it. but when i took him down, he cried his heart out. in my experience, love has been a ceiling fan. i take my baby, hold her in my arms, and lift her to the ceiling fan to touch the blades to experience happiness. and then, when my arms get tired, i put her down. and she hates me. yes, she will remember the happiness of the ceiling fan, remember that she loved me. and every time she remembers that she loved me, it will remind her to hate me again.

long-story short. love is hate. emotional insanity. it has been my experience that love and hate are ends of the same shoestring. edges on a round table. two blades on a ceiling fan. hopefully, soon, i'll be able to hold my baby up to the ceiling fan for a long time. and theoretically speaking, i long for the day we can hold each other up to the blades.