Let's talk about a special kind of mental illness.

It's called love and it's not like most mental illnesses, which are genetic in nature. The worst part about it is that it can be spread from person to person with such simple actions as a few kind words or a hug from a stranger. Symptoms include inexplicable happiness, untimely hormonal releases, and sexual arousal. Because it is an induced illness, that means it can be cured.

Together, we can stop love.

 

Love vs Lust: Do YOU know the difference?

 

Love and lust are just two sides of the same coin. The only difference is that love feels meaningful while lust is easily recognized as completely meaningless.

 

>Falling in love because of a hug or kind words

No wonder OP hates love, he can't differentiate between it and simple kind gestures

 

90% of you still piss the bed on a nightly basis.
I do not think you are at the point that you can talk about this kind of **** in a rational and non jaded view
Also

lol

 

I don't know about you dude, but I don't fall in love when a stranger hugs me. The only thing going through my mind is a struggle between flipping out our explaining the randomness/awkwardness of said hug.

Only ninety-percent, I thought it'd be more than that. Guess we do have that many old farts.

 

Now I want to listen to My Heart really bad for some reason

ARE YOU FROM THE GODDAMN FIFTIES

Says the 2D fetishist neet

 

'49, actually. I saw a guy in a weird looking car and got in. I've been stuck in this era of morons for twelve years now.[/quote]

 

Cute joke but it doesn't excuse the blatant ignorance of your statement

Lust, fundamentally, is an excess of attraction to a person, place, item, or idea, such that reactions to and behavior around become unhealthy or immoral - while in common usage it refers to intense physical attraction to and desire to mate with another person

Neither of these are at all synonymous with romantic love, much less love in general

Also? Lust as either of those definitions isn't meaningless, nor is love some lofty, enlightened state of mind by comparison

Sex is pleasurable, and practiced responsibly it is a perfectly normal and fun aspect of a well-adjusted person's life

Lust can be healthy and love can be fucked up, trust me, I've seen it in abundance and lived my fair share

I know you're either trying to be poetic or just screwing around but

just

pick your words carefully

and mind those old clichés, they tend not to hold under scrutiny

 

Who broke your heart this week?

 

The ability to have faith in humanity.

 

The girl on the bus he was right across that he didn't say a word to, just kept saying in his head how she's the girl of his dreams and that they'll be together forever... Then she got off the bus and he was heartbroken. Lik dis if u cry evertim!

 

Don't worry, there are fish in the sea.

Maybe they won't be as dumb as the people on dry land.

 

If I had a better grasp of words I'd be doing an all caps rant right now, but Sforzato is doing a far better job explaining it than I could, so I'll just say YOU ARE ****ING 20 YEARS OLD. THAT'S NOWHERE NEAR OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE EXPERIENCED LOVE IN A MATURE WAY.

 

I mean

any age is old enough to experience anything

but right now it's definitely being processed like a kid would rofl

 

I wouldn't necessarily say it's impossible to have mature love by this point, but given that the love of his life has a new face every 3 months it's certainly impossible for him.

 

Oh no, that's not what I was trying to say. Just that at that age it's incredibly rare to have a healthy, mature grasp on most things in life. And really, I'm only a year older, and this completely applies to me too.[DOUBLEPOST=1372366361][/DOUBLEPOST]

Yeah, I worded it a little too strongly there, sorry >.>

 

I've loved Cinammon Bun-chan since I was five how dare you call that invalid

 

I didn't want you to find out this way, but... I've been seeing Cinammon Bunsy too since I was 7. Something about loving older women was what he told me...

 

I remember my first love. It was with an older gentleman who shook my hand after I picked up his hat. The memory is still so vivid. That handshake...it was like nothing I felt before. Warm, fuzzy, comforting....you can tell a lot about a person with a simple handshake, and I knew this was love. So I did what any young, love-struck lass would do. I monitored his every movement. If he sneezed I would be there to whisper, 'Bless you'. The first 6 months of our relationship were amazing! And my love for him grew everyday. We often played this game where I would leave his lunch on his desk and he would pretend not to know who left it, or he'd pretend to wonder where his underwear went when I took them home to wash. Oh the laughs we had! Then the succubus came along with her feminine wilds. She bewitched my love with her darksided powers, and...he shook her hand! HE SHOOK IT! I've never been so hurt before in my life. He betrayed our love and fell for this harpy, this woman of pure evil and lust. But still I loved him. My love for him was so strong that I couldn't hate him. Even after this betrayal. But I couldn't let this happen again. So I did what any young, love-struck lass would do. During my nightly love gazing, with my old prince laying fast asleep in bed, I took out my butcher knives and cut both hands clean off. His screams of pleasure were so loud that my eardrums nearly popped! I let him savor the feeling for a while, trying to control my own pleasure, before I took his heart for myself. The feeling of having his heart beat slowly against my chest is...indescribable. Everything felt so right. Well, not quite everything. The succubus had to pay. During the same night I paid her a visit. She too was asleep but even in her sleep she looked like a demon. She needed slain. So with my lover's hands I beat her to death. She begged for mercy, begging me to stop slapping her but there was no way I could. The world would be a safer place without this demon... Of course, there was a massive kerfuffle about the whole thing. The demon's exorcism brought a lot of attention and they eventually found my love's empty vessel. They wouldn't find anything. My love and I ran away to a new life and we're happily living together now, hand in hand.

True love wins in the end.