it's all about love baby

I think I blog way too much when there's too much time on my hands. Or actually that isn't the case because I have had too much time just the inability to express what I truly want to say.

There are times where you question the viablity and sustainability of romance in this day and age. An era filled with skeptics and cynics eager to prove the optimist and the romantic wrong. I'm all for skepticism. I'm all up for believing that the perfect happily ever after doesn't exist. For that matter, happily ever afters, in general, do NOT exist.

So says a person whose parents are still married to each other. With the occasional fights and squabbles and shriekfests (well, that's pretty common when one's loading up on testosterone and the other has decided to retreat into his shell of oestrogen), there are still those moments when I catch them being all nice and lovey with each other and makes me go awww inside. My father can be a bitch at times, acerbic wit. That's where we got it from and my mom's an utter pain with her endless teacher-like nags. But hey, that's family and as time goes by, it's how married couples evolve.

But you see, this kinda love takes place only after years of putting up with each other's bullshit and nonsense. They don't say 'I love you'. Only to us, their offspring. But I've yet to hear each say that to either. My parents are proof, somewhat, that arranged marriages do last and last for a long time. Which is why I'm all up for arranged marriages because despite all the nagging and whining and bitching and everything else; parents do know best after all.

Or rather, they don't really know me as much as they should or want to but hey, whatever floats their boat and makes them happy at the end of the day is fine by me.

So yes. I was talking about the viability of such and such in this time and age. I look at young couples on the street getting all cozy and mushy with each other and questions start streaming through my head.

1. Does he or she know it's not going to be like this forever?
2. Do they know the 'true' responsibilities of being in a relationship?
3. Sex does not always equate to love. Sex is all about physical gratification.
4. They're so going to get bored of each other, soon enough.

You can blame it on my bad run-ins in past relationships. Blame it all on my deep-seated inability to commit. Blame it all on my skewed and terribly biased opinion regarding the true meaning of love. Of which, if you'd like to know, it actually just means showing care and concern for another person and was derived from the Anglo-Saxons. HAH!

Maybe you can only say that you love a person when you're both old and graying and trying to defy gravity but you know that ain't gonna happen at all. After putting up with each other's shit, standing together in the face of calamity and chaos, well, there's GOT to be some deeper form of connection and communication beyong the physical right?

You're welcome to prove me wrong. You're welcome to change my mind. And if you do, that's good. Because I'm tired of seeing the same old things, the same old breakups and the same old problems.

Show me that you're right. With good logic and reasoning please. Because wishy-washy half-truths will only land you misery.

Right now I'm cautious to use the word. I'd prefer 'like' to love. After all, it's safer no?