This is a Post about Love

So here I am, posting my entry somewhat early so I don’t forget to do one again.

If you’re wondering why I’m not freaking out about forgetting, it’s because I already did that in my last week’s post late entry.

Moving on, I have to talk about love. First off, what is love?

must…resist…obvious reference…to song…

WHAT IS LOVE? BABY DON’T HURT ME, DON’T HURT ME –

"SHUT UP."

I know I’m lame shut up.

Okay, so actually I have no idea what love actually is. I just…I just wanted to sing the song.

Obviously that means I don’t really know anything about romance. Or love. Or mushy gushy hand holding. Or making out in the middle of a narrow, crowded hallway therefore making all the students squeeze through tiny gaps that appear whenever you pause to take a breath from eating each other’s faces out.

That last one is a pet peeve of mine. If you’re going to be affectionate in the hallway, do it to the side gosh dangit. I don’t mind that you have a girl/boyfriend that you want to spend time with, just don’t waste mine in order to get yours.

I don’t have time to stand there and watch people wrestling tongues with each other when I have a Spanish test to get to.

Okay, cute. Now kindly get the heck out of my way.

Am I ranting again?

I’m ranting again.

So yeah. Love.

It’s something that happens. And when it happens, it usually ends up in babies.

Lots of babies.

-cough-

Yyyyyeah. This is kind of awkward. I’m not one to get all sentimental about love. I wish I was so I could actually write  a post that makes sense and is all heart-warming and whatnot, but that’s not happening anytime soon. So instead, I’ll be cynical and sarcastic about stupid shallow love. Hurray!

So people, I just want to say this.

Please stop saying you’re, “OMG SOOOO IN LOVE WITH DIS GAI ❤ ❤ <3” when you’ve only known him for a day and then breaking up the very next day. C’mon guys, let’s be logical here. Feeling butterflies in your stomach when you see him? That’s not “TRUE LUUUUUV <3”, that’s a nervous reaction from your ancestors, it’s nothing more than primitive instinct. Like when you’re going to perform in front of a large crowd, you get butterflies. Does that mean you’re in love with every single person in the audience?

NO.

Or maybe you are. I'm not one to judge.

Also, people tend to mistake hormonal urges for love. You may believe that a person is destined to be your soulmate, but give it some time. After a while, those hormone shots your body is taken may slow over time and you’ll realize, “Meh. Not as attractive as before.” Completely different from wanting to spend the rest of your life with said person, right?

So think people. Stop thinking with your hormonal glands and start using logic.

It works.

Most of the time.

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13 responses to “This is a Post about Love

  1. Nice Post. And when can you NOT find a song reference for love?

  2. ridha786

    You just captured what most people were thinking about writing but didn’t write about it.. Funny and Good post!

  3. Oh my god I can’t stop laughing. I AM IN LOVE WITH EVERY CROWD MEMBER STOP JUDGING ME, MARRI, GOSH.

  4. BABY DON’T HURT ME…
    DONT HURT ME…
    NO MORE!!!
    I completely understand your urge to sing. I have to too.

    Things that make me laugh: one day relationships. And 72 day relationships.

  5. annabel9thlit

    OMG Marri, I love your post!!! I came here last week but you hadn’t posted yet, so I was sad D: Well, now I know why… LOL. Anyways, I made my post all mushy gushy ewwy-ish but your post.. YOUR POST IS AMAZING!!! Haha you said everything I wanted to say but did not say! I 100% agree with that part about… well let’s just say I agree with everything! Thank you once again, for making my day :3

  6. Haha, great blog! The pictures make it hilarious (:

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