Just because I don't believe in our common perception of love (ie storybook love), doesn't mean I have any intention of lowering my standards. Overall I am very secure in myself. I don't feel the need for a man or woman to make me feel fulfilled, which is why I'm perfectly happy being single and not looking. If I am a complete fulfilled person, then why should I cheapen myself by accepting second best? Being alone is fine with me, often it's a state I prefer.
My self reliance is one of the reasons I don't believe in love. I don't trust anything as all encompassing as love seems to be, and because I've rarely seen any love last I sincerely doubt that what most people call love is real. That's not to say I don't think something real can exist, but I think it's either a lot rarer than people think, or something calmer, steadier, and far less grand than most people think. I do believe a relation can encompas affection, adoration, companionship and many other wonderful things, which would be what I would prefer to find.
I supose one of the reasons I don't believe in love (aside from never having seen it last) is because I simply don't understand these all encompassing flames of passion that people have. I don't have any frame of refference for it, as I don't function that way. Something so out of my own realm of truths frightens me to some extent. I don't trust it to be any realer than the praise of a false friend. A calmer, steadier, less romantic kind of love seems to posses more reality to it than the other.
I'm not trying to say that it doesn't exist for anyone, I'm just saying I have yet to see or experience anything that could come close to storybook, and I prefer it that way. I find the everyday things comforting, and perfection frightening beyond all belief. Perhaps someday I'll be proven wrong, and if so I'll be quite happy to fill this journal with my raptures, but for now I'll remain as I have always been,
Just plain Jane(ll)
p.s. I'm feeling horribly disconected at the moment, so I appologize if this doesn't make any sense...
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Date: 2002-11-22 11:46 pm (UTC)My self reliance is one of the reasons I don't believe in love. I don't trust anything as all encompassing as love seems to be, and because I've rarely seen any love last I sincerely doubt that what most people call love is real. That's not to say I don't think something real can exist, but I think it's either a lot rarer than people think, or something calmer, steadier, and far less grand than most people think. I do believe a relation can encompas affection, adoration, companionship and many other wonderful things, which would be what I would prefer to find.
I supose one of the reasons I don't believe in love (aside from never having seen it last) is because I simply don't understand these all encompassing flames of passion that people have. I don't have any frame of refference for it, as I don't function that way. Something so out of my own realm of truths frightens me to some extent. I don't trust it to be any realer than the praise of a false friend. A calmer, steadier, less romantic kind of love seems to posses more reality to it than the other.
I'm not trying to say that it doesn't exist for anyone, I'm just saying I have yet to see or experience anything that could come close to storybook, and I prefer it that way. I find the everyday things comforting, and perfection frightening beyond all belief. Perhaps someday I'll be proven wrong, and if so I'll be quite happy to fill this journal with my raptures, but for now I'll remain as I have always been,
Just plain Jane(ll)
p.s. I'm feeling horribly disconected at the moment, so I appologize if this doesn't make any sense...