“This brings us back to those messy, unreliable, and unquantifiable feelings we were trying so hard to avoid when trying to define love. The optimistically logical among us might try to argue that these things are just additional variables: Given enough research, thought, computing power, and scientific progress, we can know anything there is to know about what makes us feel, think, and act. Love could be modeled, calculated, and sealed in a formula, and the experiential aspect of it reduced to a novel side effect. While efforts that explore this direction might comfort the side of us that seeks boundaries and conclusions, they miss the point. The affections, desires, confusions, and frustrations that surround love—and everything else in our lives—are too subjective to define it, but they are exactly the things that govern our decision-making and drive us to let ourselves become tangled up in relationships with the people around us.”
Maybe, ‘Love’ can’t be defined because it doesn’t exist. In any case, I’m not going to base irrational decisions off of temporary, irrational feelings. Decisions are to be logical and the impetus for my decisions should be in my best interests.
I want an ae-1 so damn bad, but I just got money. Ebay is evil. They even have black bodies. I could burn through my whole check in one night. Damn it. I am going to paint Lenin to get away from this shit.
There is fucking Asian lady I let have a seat next to me and she has been on the phone the whole fucking time. Talking in their horrible ugly language that makes no sense to anyone. I mean think about all oter languages you can kind of understand them and they have this beauty to them but I’m sorry everyone agrees with me so far that all Asian language makes no sense. I can’t wait to go under a tunnel so her service cuts out. Seesh.
Wow. I don’t think I could disagree more, or be more offended. It was like, “hey I have an idea, lets lump every Asian into one category, strip them of any individuality, and then offend them. That sounds fun.”