So it has been a month or two (or three, I don't know because I don't pay attention to time, probably because I'm extremely lethargic) since I wrote anything.
Seeing the lack of comments in my most recent entries, when I came back, I decided that no one cared about the entries, and, furthermore; I really don't have anything to say. . . about anything.
My writing is style, my humor is lame. (Sometimes, even to myself)
I figured I might make an entry or two once in a very great while, if I really had something to say, but mostly I would remain silent-- I assumed this only for as long as someone did not send me a private message asking me to write about something.
Before I start getting into what I believe, there are two things you must consider and keep retained in your memory as you read my views on 'love,' those being the following:
1. I am not an intellectual. I am not smart, I am not talented in any meaningful manner, and I am a lazy, lethargic, odd individual. (Not the 'good' kind of odd)
2. I am a Christian. This means that my love is the kind of love that I believe God has, though, of course; I could never comprehend the Lord's love, to be sure.
That said, allow the entry to commence:
Love. I do believe there is more than one kind of love. For instance, there is the love of a brother and sister. A love for father and mother. A love for a very good friend. A love for those who mistreat you, but you pray for, anyway. A love for your husband or wife, and a love for your children. In the Hebrew language, there is a different word for each kind of love. (Or-- or the word 'love' can mean any of the aforementioned-- I'm not sure)
The one thing that I believe all of the above have in common, is the willingness to die. The Bible says, paraphrased, that no man hath a greater love than if he would die for whoever or something like that.
I like to think that I would lay down my life for my family, or any people that I could consider to be my friends. (Not many)
All of this is inconsequential, I think, because the kind of 'love' that the person asked me about is probably the kind of love a boy has for a girl. I like to call that 'infatuation,' or more prominently, lust.
Sure, a fifteen year old kid can be in love, but the odds that he does 'fall in love' is highly unlikely. He's too immature and generally ignorant to really be in love with anyone excluding, perhaps, his parents.
Seeing as I'm probably the least experienced in 'love' of all the people present, I am going to shut up, now.
Atari. . . out.
Quote of the Day:
Tears of anger are more salty, it seems.
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I checked my subscribed journals every day hoping you'd write again.
You might not consider yourself smart or intellectual or talented, and maybe you aren't in the eyes of most, but "Grr" to those who say you aren't a lot of fun to read.
Seriously. You wrote about constipation and made at least one person laugh.
And when you aren't being funny you're writing about serious things and you give people something about which to think. I'll probably be thinking about Love in its different forms all week now.
I can understand wanting to not write as often, and I'm not begging you to write every week or whatever. I'm just saying that there's at least one person out there that thoroughly enjoys what you write.
-Anna