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DECEMBER 18, 2011 1:15PM

LOVE: fear of the word

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I've decided that I may have been putting way too much thought into the word love; love of the relationship type that is. Parent-child or owner-pet is much more cut and dry. 

I've beat the subject to death in my own mind. When is it love? Is there an invisible line you cross at some point? Do you wake up on a certain random day having had an overnight epiphany? Are there degrees, lesser and greater?

Does fear of possible future pain (once burned and twice shy syndrome) cause us to deny new love even though we may be feeling it (that's a big one I think)? 

My hint, sent by the big U or so I suppose, is a song that I can't get out of my head. For the past two weeks, or is it a month (?) - "For You Blue" by George Harrison as performed by the Beatles just WILL.NOT.STOP., even at night in my dreams.

Last night as we lay together, spooning, touching, squeezing, petting each other as we slept, it finally became clear to me... the message, the reason for the song.

It is the first line: "because you're sweet and lovely girl, I love you"

Hmmm, doesn't need to be a bit more complicated than that, now does it.. because you're sweet and lovely... I love you. 

No implied permanence, no over-analysis. Simply a statement of George's here and now at the moment of writing. No fear...

I'm hoping that this is the message I've been missing and that now I can put the song, as much as I, eh, love it, to rest for a while.. 

 

 

 

 

 

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Your happiness makes me happy. Make sure she hears you sing it!
Dear Universe, message received--tr ig.
simple as the twelve bar blues? Maybe so

Hi Tai.. yes thx
DAMN! Who woulda guessed "denial" was a river in Cans Ass!

Admit it, dude! You are TOTALLY whipped and she OWNS your sorry ass!

Oh, sure... You can do the manly man thing and try to down play it or deny it, but we know!

Now go do what she tells you to do like a good boy!

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
thx jycs

and u too Amy... I'd tell her, but I have her occupied raking leaves right now. Now shhh... watching the Chiefs dominate the Packers
Oh Hell... sorry Good Daughter!
Yes, you caught the U.. grok me. Awesome
Yeah... Sure... I'm believing every bit of that... :rolleyes:


BTW, if you put some cotton balls between her toes it will make it easier on you when you paint her toe nails!

P.S. Glad you can watch the game. Too bad you can't hear it over the roar of the vacuum you're using!
(Amy's got your number, Trig.)

As far as definitions go, that one works for me.
"Is there an invisible line you cross at some point? "

If there were, would you know that you crossed it?

I'm not being facetious; I understand your point and believe you may have just arrived.

R♥
Alright Amy... I'm busted. But, so excited. Thanks to what she has
taught me through much patience and discipline, I will soon
be opening my own biz.. tr ig's toes- FAB!

b1.. kinda works doesn't it

thank you fusun atelay!
No implied permanence, no over-analysis. Simply a statement of George's here and now at the moment of writing. No fear...

perfectly put. a series of intense herenows unto eternity
is my idealistic vision of love.

you simply cannot get ENOUGH of the loved one.
that is love.

no expectations ever for deserving it, myself.
and therein the problem,
see?
Trig, that's great! I'll have to look back on old posts to see what I missed. Yes, there are kinds and degrees of love. It's wonderful to feel. It's sublime to share. Here's a warning, though. If you tell a woman you love her, you'd better be prepared to explain which kind it is. Or else she'll think it's the move-in-get-a-cat-do-everything-together kind, while you mean the happy-you're-in-the-world-lets-be-in-the-moment kind.

How do I know this? Because I have an open marriage, and girls have often assumed this about my husband, even after being told otherwise, especially the married part. I can only go by evidence, because I really don't know how women think. I think like a guy, a particularly slutty one. Ain't it fun to be a dog?

But LOVE, we can all do that. It works best when there is no goal and no escape clause. Just do it as long as it works for you both. But don't lie and don't fake it. That is the sum total of what I know about love. That will be ten cents.
Love, the most flexible and fluid substance in the cosmos, it fits whatever box you put it into..

As you have just discovered ;).

Rated for molehills out of mountains.
So.....you finally got it? My mind used to do the same thing to me...send me messages in a song, over and over until I got it. I'd wake up with the song in my head. I'm glad you found it. The song, and the lady. It's not easy to come by in KC. Both. Good for both of you! Have a lovely Christmas.
Ahhhhh lurve! The cure that's worse than the illness. What would we do if we didn't have that outlet that we can pour all our juvenile, foolish, idiotic, thickheaded, blundering, stoopididty into?

Oh yeah. I forgot about politics............

Ya might as well go for it, buddy. You can't be "a little bit in love" any more than you can be "a little bit pregnant," ya know?

Hey, you've voted before haven't you? Look how well that turned out.....

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It does my hard, cold heart good to see you in this delicate state, tr ig. I have thought about this subject ad nauseum and have no idea what the answer is. But I like the anthem we had back in the day: If it feels good, do it.

Lezlie
when she aint so sweet & lovely and you still love her?

...now THERES the stuff!
When I read your title the first image in my mind was of Fonzi of Happy....trying to actually say the word to a girl. It just wouldn't come from his mouth. You make your own type of love and be happy. o/e
Love bites!
Love stings!!

Wooowooowooo!! :D
Sounds like just the right thing for winter, Christmas.. nightime. Enjoy and don't overthink.
Toss the Mind in the creek.
Name cats and dogs `Love.
After each conversation say:`
`
My Love.
Canadians in the sticks say:
`
My Love.
Nickname?
St. Nick Love.
Kerry my Love?
It's fun to say my:
`
My O day, my Love.
They call fish Love.
Ay, what Lovely fish.
Halibut is Lovely fish.
tr ig has a lovely fish.
Buy friend gold fish.
Fish eat dried flies.
Beatles love blues.
Sing lover blues.
I'm just bantering.
It's sorta annoying.
We Love to irritate.
No eat any gold fish.
Fish love to pucker.
Makes me think of my message in church this past Sunday titled "What is Love? Ask Joseph!" Joseph was troubled, then happy with the Love he felt for Mary & her soon-to-be-born son. May that same kind of Love come to you!
I really love that you came to this point and wrote...
I'm glad I got here to read : )