Love is sacrifice? I think not!
True love : defined by a pathlogical need to distance oneself from one's own ego that one may let another's feelings define their life. Or so generations of star-crossed lovers' stories would have us believe. The gullible among us fall for the sales pitch, of course. And so... we are now in a position to enumerate the two forms this gullibility predominantly takes.
1. Those that let their muses move them into the center of their (the muse's lives) lives and feel indebted to said muse for said act.
2. Those that move their muses into the center of their lives and start to believe that they have loved (and probably lost) and are much the better for it.
The former set of people exhibit a condition commonly known as stupidity (and associated with species of lesser native intellignce... and gults! - come to think of it. The latter set of people exhibit all the symtoms of pure unadulterated megalomania. Beg to differ, do you? Well! Let's see...
The typical lover tends to believe that he / she is the centre of her partner's existence. Accepted? NO! Ok let's take a questionnaire.
Q 1: The fastball! What do you (as a lover) believe?
A 1: I believe I can make the world a happy place for my girl / guy / sigh!-don't-bother.-It's-gonna-take-long-to-explain-my-partner's-gender
Strike 1: Strong belief that one can do the impossible!
Q 2: The curve ball! Your lover is happy / sad / angry / feeling victimized. Who caused this?
A 2: Must have been Me!
Strike 2: Claim (unsupported by any known evidence) that one defines the other person's very existence.
Q 3: The Slider! For your lover's life to change what one significant event would be sufficient?
A 3: If my life changes, my lover's life will to! I quit smoking, and she is so much happier now. I started spending my evenings at home and she feels so ALIVE!
Strike 3! My life defines hers! Biologial and evolutionary evidence not withstanding.
The only true self-sacrificing love is instinctive; mother-to-child or elephant-herd-to-calf. Any "love" based on choice (and not instinct) is not self-sacrificing; it is truly and distinctively megalomaniacal.
Go get your head checked... By a jumbo jet... (my apologies to Blur)
1. Those that let their muses move them into the center of their (the muse's lives) lives and feel indebted to said muse for said act.
2. Those that move their muses into the center of their lives and start to believe that they have loved (and probably lost) and are much the better for it.
The former set of people exhibit a condition commonly known as stupidity (and associated with species of lesser native intellignce... and gults! - come to think of it. The latter set of people exhibit all the symtoms of pure unadulterated megalomania. Beg to differ, do you? Well! Let's see...
The typical lover tends to believe that he / she is the centre of her partner's existence. Accepted? NO! Ok let's take a questionnaire.
Q 1: The fastball! What do you (as a lover) believe?
A 1: I believe I can make the world a happy place for my girl / guy / sigh!-don't-bother.-It's-gonna-take-long-to-explain-my-partner's-gender
Strike 1: Strong belief that one can do the impossible!
Q 2: The curve ball! Your lover is happy / sad / angry / feeling victimized. Who caused this?
A 2: Must have been Me!
Strike 2: Claim (unsupported by any known evidence) that one defines the other person's very existence.
Q 3: The Slider! For your lover's life to change what one significant event would be sufficient?
A 3: If my life changes, my lover's life will to! I quit smoking, and she is so much happier now. I started spending my evenings at home and she feels so ALIVE!
Strike 3! My life defines hers! Biologial and evolutionary evidence not withstanding.
The only true self-sacrificing love is instinctive; mother-to-child or elephant-herd-to-calf. Any "love" based on choice (and not instinct) is not self-sacrificing; it is truly and distinctively megalomaniacal.
Go get your head checked... By a jumbo jet... (my apologies to Blur)
posted by Sriharsha Salagrama at
7:39 am
3 Comments:
Reminds me of a dialogue in the movie The Mirror Has Two Faces.
Barbara Streisand says, "We fall in love... because it feels fucking good!"
:D
Cheers,
Moi
Love is more of an imagination and less of an emotion…
It’s about over simplifying complex life by thinking you are a focal point and you have a focal point … and its about complicating simple life by deducing and deciphering the intentions, needs and actions of a entirely different individual
Anitha,
It does, doesnt it!
Priti,
I love the opening line. It is the quintessential signature of the poet in you. Incredibly poignant, but utterly lacking in justification. It would sound half as poignant and be just as unprovable if the words imagination and emotion were interchanged.
You remind me of the Mad Hatter. "When I use a word, it means exactly what I want it to mean..."
Incidentally, it is only to the immensely stupid or the intentionally dense that an answer is more complicated than a question! Which one are you going to be tonight?
Glad to see you here. Been a long time, eh?
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