Does Love rhyme with always?
It is often said that adolescence is the period when we live the strongest, most violent, most memorable emotions. A pivotal period, it is the transition between the drooling larval stage and the hatching of a beautiful adult. Let’s agree, getting out of a chrysalis to take flight necessarily leaves stigmata. Especially since finally, does such an ephemeral butterfly really make its effect? After all, from the age of 25, girls begin to notice breasts that are more absolutely as firm, the guys of abs more quite (no longer at all?) as visible, and the marks of time make their appearance on these faces already too confronted with the permanent anxieties of everyday life.
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Why do you think that perverts around the world, the international league of amoral pigs that transcends borders, are trying to marry 13-year-olds or to beat themselves as babysitters? Of course, we are always beautiful, we enter more mature cannons. Those of GQ for example. We learn more to shave but to use our beard to camouflage the nascent double chin. (Does Love rhyme with always?)
But let’s look at the psychological aspect, because Chronos is inflexible, except if you have bundles to slam in fountain of youth (understand: Botox and Dr. Frankenstein’s scalpel), you can do nothing against the damage of time. If you felt like running, quitting the vegetable drug, and making love to excess, you certainly wouldn’t be reading this post. So let’s start from the premise that you are in permanent or even advanced decay, and that all you have left of your beautiful years is your eyes to cry, and memories in shovel. Let’s go, we launch his high school compilation, and we let ourselves be invaded by nostalgia.
The first love
If it is true that as the song says, first love is often anything, it is precisely this that makes all its charm. Do not tell me that you are still with this person you have known since childhood and that this is the most beautiful story in the world. Not only will one part of me refuse to believe you, and the other will just want to poison you, to be happier than me AND to have dismantled my theory. If it is true that first love is often anything, it is a priori the most powerful source of emotion in a life unless -if you are a heroin user-. I am talking about love, not about your first and magnificent coit whose duration is inversely proportional to the time you took to convince this person to take your virginity. Love any, unconditional and blind (very blind!). Does Love rhyme with always
The one that your whole family usually notices because you didn’t jerk anything at school anymore- and with which you drunk your friends even more effectively than the first Smirnoff who made them vomit everywhere. Remember, you were purely and simply happy to get up in the morning because you knew that even today, this person existed, and that your love for her was reciprocal. Your parents wanted to stun you because unlimited packages were still rare, and the superficial nature of your babbling was glaring. In fact, you counted more time knowing who was going to hang up than exchanging information. Anyway, once we are adults, we realize that in a long relationship, the only question we end up asking is that of food, total stripping of the artifices of seduction.
The End.
And then one day everything stops. Tears. depression. Craving suicide. Nothing has any flavor anymore. Bla.Bla.Bla
Leap forward, you have rebuilt yourself, you have had other adventures, learned to better master the millennial arts of carnal pleasure, built a more defined personality, in short, you have grown up. You have had more coherent relationships, based on rationality, the future, viability, compatibility, and.. compromises.
What’s next? (Does Love rhyme with always)
Not that everything you do makes sense, the three-gram disenchanted fuck with strangers remains aimless or logical, but most of us are still beginning to see the couple as an end in themselves, and to find happiness in balanced relationships, according to the following pre-established pattern :
–Seduction phase (also called “flirting” for the oldest) average duration: two weeks
–Passion phase medium duration: six months
–Routine phase, which we can delimit like this: it begins when carnal relationships begin to space out, that discussions become trivial as we know our partner by heart, in short that the relationship becomes “serious” and that it is no longer the center of our existence but either a support, or an obstacle to our development, personal development. Several theories place its end on average after three years of relationship, when it becomes intolerable.
Love can be seen as the set of these three phases,but it depends on the conception that each has of it. Some (including myself) even consider that we should not pursue a relationship beyond phase two. But others are able to make longer-term projects and therefore to justify phase three by love, the real. You know, that of the old. (Does Love rhyme with always?)
Very well, you will tell me, relationships follow a rather linear path, at least it is possible to establish constants in their course, to which the first of all does not escape. So why is it so different? We speak of the first shirt to designate something that we have no memory of. Well, because none of these mature relationships, even in stimulating phases 1 and 2, will ever reach the intensity of the first story, because it has precisely this revolutionary character in your existence, it is an upheaval, a stage, that you will never forget (in principle, I exclude love stories under GHB with thirteen types in a forest.)
In addition, being crazy, completely devoid of logic, responding only to impulses of young crazy dogs fording, it acquires a much more striking impact. It was great anything but it was worth it. (Does Love rhyme with always)
And now, what’s left of all this? A nostalgia that takes you to the guts and reminds you of the fact that never again will you experience such a storm of devastating feelings. With no girls. No guys. That will be good. Very well. Perfect, even, sometimes. But never the same. And that’s very blasing. It can make you disillusioned and indifferent, even cold, with lovers who give themselves totally to you, and do not understand what you are missing.
This is probably due to the fact that, basically, it is not so much the person we regret, but the time, the carelessness, the discoveries, our youth what. If anyone has ever managed to overcome this feeling, it is probably because he has not actually known his true first love yet.
