My Heart’s A Stereo
I just heard that some wannabe rapper has a new song out and some of the lyrics equate love to a prison sentence.
What?!
Nononono…that so doesn’t jibe with my sensibilities at all…and it makes me sad that the song is apparently pretty popular.
Love is NOT a bad thing. A prison sentence certainly is.
Love is one of the few things in life that can elevate you as a human being. There is nothing like knowing you care more about someone else’s happiness than your own. It takes you outside of yourself. Love is possibly the pinnacle of existence.
At least for me anyway.
And it’s not a matter of just loving love or the idea of it. I feel and see tangible changes in the fabric of my being when I open up and become vulnerable and love someone else. It’s no small feat, nor is it just a temporary radar blip.
Every time I have felt love for someone, it has changed who I am. I have learned much from each of those happenstances. Both the really awesome times and memories right on down to the gut-wrenching, body-shaking stabs of pain when my love hasn’t been shared or returned.
The point here is that love isn’t something that should ever be equated with something awful. I’ve never sworn off love…and I’ve been pretty fucking low after some break-ups before…I know the problem isn’t love itself. I know there is something to be taken from every situation, and I’ve tried to make the best of those lessons.
I know I’m a great freaking catch and I know someday someone is going to notice me and revel in my intensity and quirkiness and love me for who I am and who I’m going to be tomorrow, the next day, and hopefully for the rest of my life…
Multi-colored mohawk and all! ; )
Naked 
Very mature