Are You Lovin' it?

Well, it has been quite some time since I sprayed my figurative spermicide everywhere, killing several millions, even billions, of strapping young sperms around the globe. To all of you out there who own, or are indeed the property of, a man/male adolescent, I suggest that you stow away that which will some day impregnate you... Or not.

I've found that there's always, since I can remember, been the topic of romance that floats around, wreaking havoc wherever is decides to go. It's something of a touchy notion to a few, something of chivalry to others. It is often regarded as an area that only females wish to explore and that us, oh so masculine males, choose to ignore. Although if you are clever enough to operate the web browser on your computer, and I'm very sure you are, you'll realise that this isn't exactly the case. Males do, get ready for it... 1, 2, 3... at the very least think about this crazy, little thing called love (please mind the Michael Buble/Queen reference). We may not like that it crosses our minds from time to time, but it does, whether we like it or not.

Females, on the other hand, may enjoy the concept of love - it might just make your heart flutter, ladies. But I certainly don't believe that it's as common in women as the stereotype would suggest. I personally think that males enjoy it more than women do, as there is, I've found, a certain thrill to the whole idea. Of all the people whom I have conversed with, which doesn't amount to much, I would sum up that more men talk about romance than women. It's even been conveyed to me that females get annoyed when it comes to talking about such a troublesome topic. But isn't this only normal, for love is something that seems to be in wait around every corner, ready to dump its lack of promise on us?

By no means, though, am I saying that people lacking the male genitalia have no passion for that which doth mock them. On the contrary, there are a few who even take the Mickey out of me with their issues, thinking that talking to someone else about it will alleviate their emotional stress. Heck, I've had so much Mickey taken out of me that I could try overdosing on Disney and I'd never get enough.

As I do not actually plan on what to write whenever I start up on a post (as rare as it is), I tend to contradict myself a lot and change tones middle of my writing, but that's just what I do. At this point, I wish to disregard gender reactions to romance, as they seem relatively even to me on both sides. Let's just make sure we've established this - girls like love, boys like love, girls dislike love, boys dislike love. Okay? Are we all happy? Yes? Right-o, boys and girls, strap yourselves in, because our advanced English journey starts here.

Over the years I've found that I associate romantic films with people who enjoy love. I'd expect a few of the readers to be readying their hateful comments, scribbling on a piece of scrap paper, "Note to self:- Comments to make on Costumus' blog post - Oh, are you still talking? I thought you'd might have finally realised how pointless your posts are and that they are largely unappreciated. I mean, of course people who are into the whole romance thing will enjoy a romantic movie. Honestly, grow a brain that's bigger than your phallus."

Sorry, but no can do. I'm stuck with this ol' thing. Yes, there are people who watch this genre of film out of their own free will, but others refuse to go down so easily. They'll fight and plea not to watch such rubbish, but will still probably end up seeing it. If they don't, they'll either regret it to some extent, or at least consider whether their decision was so wise or not. As much as we may deny it, and I by no means account for everyone, there is some small part inside of us that finds pleasure in seeing that romantic kiss or some other cliche love scene. For me, there is some essence there that intrigues me. It does so because it seems so unrealistic that I must wonder if it would be possible in the real world. Probably not, but that's what dreams are for.

People want to feel loved. Unless they're one of the few 'emos' left, in which case, I'd proceed to laugh at them. The desire to be cared for and considered special by someone else is something natural. You may not notice it, but it is definitely there. I used to think that I was one who resented the love of others, but then found myself still helping them and trying to appeal to them. That said, there's a part of me that does indeed ward off love. There's a certain wickedness, in my opinion, that surrounds it. Some aura that will taint me if I get too involved with it. But I've already been stained, just like most everyone else. I only wish to wash some of it away at least.

Love is a lost concept. People don't know what to make of it because it just has too many interpretations. It exists, it doesn't. It's the bonding of two individuals' souls. Love is family. Love is physical. Love is mental. Love means many things to different people because they all respond to it with varying reactions. I am unable to hate the concept that is love, but I'm much closer to hating it than wholeheartedly enjoying it. Love is the root of Evil. It creates things, feelings, that we have never known before, and we can be lead to commit deeds that we are not proud of. I can feel self-loathing wash over me whenever I decide that I like one person just that little bit more than another.

I do try to hate this concept as it appeals so strongly to my addictive personality. I'll just say that I am easily frightened. Frightened of that which I do not understand.

Costumus