I love this show. I love this pizza. I just love your hair. Oh my gosh I love your eyes. I love what you did. I love my phone. I love this pen. I love that book. I freaking love loving everything.
It's no wonder so many girls mistake infatuation for love; public language makes it as prevalent as the word 'the.' It's everywhere and attached to everything. The word has lost so much volition in its excessive use. People proclaim it so habitually, and to inane situations and objects.
The word love has become an obsession. People are so quick to spout it that nearly every girl my age has said it to every "significant" other they've had, within weeks! They croon about how he's the only one for them, and their irrevocable undying love for them, then a week later they're broken up and moved on to the REAL one true love....until the following week dictates that too was a farce. At sixteen I'm undoubtedly full of doubt and the only fact I remain sure of is: that love is an emotion that comes from mature relationships, or rather relationships not fostered in high school cafeterias.
Just as people are quick to love, they are to hate. Really, hate is more applied to people than love which sees more purchase in material objects incapable of reciprocating such willful emotions. People spout the word hate as if they're saying something as ordinary and undeniable as 1+1=2.
"I hate that b****."
"Oh how do you know her?"
"Well, I see her everyday and she just looks like a b****."
The ability of people to declare hate on others they've never so much as looked at further than a passing glance is unfathomable and yet a common occurrence. Depth may extend as far as having actually conversed with the person, but still the reasons for hatred tend to be so shallowly immature. She hates her because she's dating her ex-boyfriend and he hates her because she asked him to move one time. The amazing condition of this quickly founded hatred is its endurance and absolution. People will stick by these initial disfavors as if the person killed their father; not allowing any kindness to sway their perception. We are obstinate creatures; stubborn and yet flaky; never content but convicted in extreme proclamations. We maintain grudges even when the incident is retrospectively a childish mistake; once we've coined the word hate we feel the need to justify it in total commitment; a weird contradiction to our lovely finickiness when it pertains to love. Hate more derives from our personal flaws and insecurities, though; so I suppose it'd be easier to commit to that which discomforts us versus the elusive grasp we have on where we want to ultimately end up content. Love has more to do with our environment and how we interact with that and those in it, while hatred is introspection turned outward and warped by jealousy. It's a lot harder to commit to something that makes you happy than something that makes you unhappy, because our happiness is so indefinite and manipulative. The real love-hate relationships are the ones we have with ourselves as we attempt to find a balance through external relationships and influences. We are so quick to either love it or hate it from the get-go because we feel like we have to be one or the other. People are so adamant about going all in and living life to it's fullest that we recklessly assume that equates extreme action and perception. The reality is that life is a progression and that love and hate are culminating processes that go beyond simple verbal expression. You have to be willing to slow down and take the time to find out what you really and truly love and hate in order for you to find yourself in love with where you've ended up in life. The issue with love and hate is that everyone's all about it in idea, but no one's about it in action. We talk it, but we rarely walk it. Words are easy, it's backing them up with action that gives them real meaning. Language serves as an opt out for conveying through action and emotion. If it's really love or hate you won't be saying it at every chance, because you won't need to.
Words are easy... you are right. We reach for the easy word instead of thinking through and actually articulating what we really feel.
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