(September 22, 2021 at 2:42 pm)Angrboda Wrote: As I lay listening to a romantic song while lying in bed, a line in that song stuck out for me.
"I still carry a flame for you
Burnin' me like a brand"
And it made me remember that the idea of such passionate feelings that they're physically painful has always struck me as something alien.
I've never felt things that way, toward a lover, a friend, or even, not romantically, but an upwelling of feeling toward family.
Even the woman who I in hindsight think was probably "the one" and who I now realize that I loved deeply never provoked such sentiments.
I've always explained it away as being just me. I've always been a loner and somewhat cold and distant, taking after my father who influenced me more than my mother.
And a lifetime of depression, on top of being raised in the shadow of two sisters who were palpably more loved than I, has left my emotional circuits somewhat dead.
But I still wonder to this day whether love isn't more myth than reality, at least the feeling of it.
Which leads me to wonder, is love real?
Emotions are most certainly real, but each word for each emotion can be highly subjective and can have many meanings. The word "love" is abstract so you have to be specific about what the word is being applied to.
"I love ABBA" like a fan.
" I love my cat" that is "love" in a very deep emotional attachment.
" I love pizza" only refers liking a food.
Just like numbers are real but also can also be abstract.
1 apple
1 car
1 dog
1 thought.
