So I decided that on the first day of my experiment or project or whatever it is that we can call it, I begin by trying to understand what is “Love’. When I typed the word into Google, I received three definitions:
- a strong feeling of affection.
- a great interest and pleasure in something.
- feel deep affection or sexual love for (someone).
So that lead me to wonder, what possibly gives me that feeling? What, or who makes me feel all these things? There were only two answers I could come up with: Chocolate, and my best friend. And for those of you who may have misjudged the sentence above, I feel deep affection and maybe a deep love for chocolate (no sexual desire though, because that is just nasty business) and my best friend is where I feel a strong feeling of affection and a great interest (even though she does get pretty annoying at times). So the answer was in front of me! A desert date with my best friend is all I need, to fully understand what love is! I mentally kicked myself repeatedly for not having thought of that before! I mean, love is so simple, but I still didn’t see it!
So, I grab my best friend, and we check out this new cafe in town. It’s been quite a while since I’ve met her, and obviously, we had loads to talk about. Halfway between the date, I felt my heart shimmy a little? (My heart is an Ex member of ABBA, let it live please) And I kept thinking that I missed this girl so much! Like I just miss hanging out with her, and doing other crazy things! And that’s how things kept going until it was time to finally say goodbye. We hugged, and she promised to meet me soon, and I had this warm feeling inside me that kind of felt like someone was using my heart as an oven to bake brownies.
So a conclusion that I drew from this is a warm fuzzy feeling? But then? Could it also be that the feeling came because I met her after a really long time? Or maybe because I just had a heart attack and didn’t realize it and thought that it was love?! So I came back home and hugged my mom, and kinda got the same fuzzy feeling. So maybe love is a fuzzy feeling!
Now the question is? How do you get this fuzzy feeling when you see yourself? How do you separate from yourself long enough to want to miss yourself? Or were you ever one with yourself to begin with? In conclusion for today, I got a low key on what love is. Not the romance kind, but the friends and family kind. Now the only thing I have to do is feel the same about myself. But the question is how?!
Let’s keep looking.
Today, I went to lunch, and then forced myself to go to the gym so that I don’t turn into a life size dumpling by the end of my research or social experiment or whatever. I’ll try going to the gym twice tomorrow, and maybe reading or experiencing a little more. You never know where life will take you!