CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED LOVE

Since my blog is winding down and I only have a few days left, I thought I’d stick up a Valentine’s post up now. Besides, I was in the mood for Queen today.

Sooooo….what is this “crazy little thing called love”? And why are we only celebrating it one day a year? Ok, there’s that stupid “Sweetest Day” crap that never took off (thank God). That day is mostly used by high school girls to get their boyfriends to shell out money they don’t have to buy them flowers or balloons so said girl can walk around school bragging to her girlfriends how she has her “man” tied around her little finger. Really…guys are so dumb when the fall for that shit.

Anyway….back to love. Descartes thought he had it all figured out when he wrote in The Passions of the Soul, that the emotions of love is forever associated with the physiological changes occurring in our body when our soul, having been joined to the body in the mothers womb, for the first time experienced it.

“For it seems to me that…it’s first passions must have occurred when at the first time when the blood or some other (nutritive) juice entering the heart was more suitable than usual for maintaining its heat, which is the principal of life, which caused the soul to join itself willingly to that juice, that is, to love it and at the same time the spirits flowed from the brain to the muscles capable of pressing or agitating the parts of the body from which the juice had come to the heart, as to make them send more of it…That is why these same movements of these same spirits have ever since accompanied the passion of love.”

Descartes….what a freakin’ mama’s boy.

I guess those “butterflies in your stomach” feeling when you were in love was nothing more than the memory of that juice you were getting from your mom which must have caused you to get indigestion in the womb, ergo…butterflies are just indigestion. Anyway, if you guys fall for that line of Descartes crappola, just think of all that money you wasted on giving flowers, candy and jewelry to your wives, girlfriends and lovers and all the time you were just re-experiencing the time you spent in your mom’s womb.

Let’s look at how others describe love…

“Love stretches your heart and makes you big inside.” – Margaret Walker

Hmmm…for some reason that quote made me think of lust. So, how do we tell the difference between love and lust? I guess you can tell if you’re in a lawyers office filing for divorce within the first few months of your marriage, there probably was more lust than love in that relationship. Maybe the best way to tell the difference is if you see your mate in a really bad way, like sticking his/her head out the car window and puking, picking his/her nose, scratching his/her privates in public—and you still want to be seen in public with them…that’s love.

I had a hairdresser once that was young and about to be married. She asked me how I knew if my husband was the right man for me…how could she tell if she’s making a mistake by getting married? I looked in the mirror at her as she stood behind me and said in my sweetest voice, “If you can’t see yourself without him in 10 or 20 years, then it’s the right thing to do.” I could tell she was thinking about what I just said…digesting these words of wisdom from the married mother of four. I couldn’t keep a straight face any longer and started laughing. I then fessed up and said, “Honey, you can’t tell…it’s a crap shoot. You take your chances and hope for the best.”

What it all boils down to is this…Valentine’s Day is a great day to say “I love you”, but an even better day to say it is everyday. If you don’t have a mate to say it to…call your mom and tell her. After all—Descartes said it was all about the memory of those juices in the womb…and you thought wine was the nectar of love! Pfft!