So, it's been a long while. Been busy trying to survive in the university, something I seem to have a talent for making difficult for myself. Aside from that, nothing much has happened... I've built a partially functioning quad-copter Flight Controller (more on that in a while, maybe), munching on bricks, plowing through a few sticks, without knowing it, and being as unreasonable as ever.
I succeeded in getting some people to really dislike me (I'm not sure how or why) and one of them has been on my mind ever since. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. And let's not forget that what people want is, more often than not, what they can't have.
And so it is that, with a wounded heart, I rant about love. I never thought this day would come. :P
So... I went to watch the Vanemuine Theatre's tribute to Michael Jackson - Thriller (not alone) and I was reminded of a few facts about love. Billy Jean is first to come to mind. It turns out that I've been quite a badass, and not even in a good way.
Love, it seems, is not only just a chemical reaction, as I've been taking it to be. Life, as it is, is a chemical reaction, and as such, any chemical reaction within that actually has a very large impact on everything else. That's why heartbreaks actually do hurt, and sudden breakups stun, because the intensity of the chemical reactions brought about by such things is so high, that they change the outcome of every other chemical reaction in the vicinity (and let's not even GO into the Law of Thought).
It turns out, that I don't know half of what I think I do, and of the things I know, not as well, as I'd think. Especially not when it comes to emotion. My ego will not let me write much more (I'll have to get that sorted soon) and my sudden lack of knowledge has my brain screaming at me for fallacy, so I'll just end it with, the statement:
I'll be careful next time.
I succeeded in getting some people to really dislike me (I'm not sure how or why) and one of them has been on my mind ever since. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. And let's not forget that what people want is, more often than not, what they can't have.
And so it is that, with a wounded heart, I rant about love. I never thought this day would come. :P
So... I went to watch the Vanemuine Theatre's tribute to Michael Jackson - Thriller (not alone) and I was reminded of a few facts about love. Billy Jean is first to come to mind. It turns out that I've been quite a badass, and not even in a good way.
Love, it seems, is not only just a chemical reaction, as I've been taking it to be. Life, as it is, is a chemical reaction, and as such, any chemical reaction within that actually has a very large impact on everything else. That's why heartbreaks actually do hurt, and sudden breakups stun, because the intensity of the chemical reactions brought about by such things is so high, that they change the outcome of every other chemical reaction in the vicinity (and let's not even GO into the Law of Thought).
It turns out, that I don't know half of what I think I do, and of the things I know, not as well, as I'd think. Especially not when it comes to emotion. My ego will not let me write much more (I'll have to get that sorted soon) and my sudden lack of knowledge has my brain screaming at me for fallacy, so I'll just end it with, the statement:
I'll be careful next time.
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