Billy Shake!

I just realized this second I started typing my blog that my 30 day challenge timeline that I've been keeping is on my computer. You know, the one that konked out on me when I was sleeping in an attempt to commit suicide? I'd like to think my company isn't THAT much of a chore for some, but clearly my computer didn't enjoy being on all the time. I'm sorry computer, that I want you to be accessible at all times. I think of my computer is a prostitute that I may play with when it suits my fancy, which could be at any time - given that information, it's no wonder I leave her on all the time. Now everyone will leave their computers on, and my computer will be the only pissy one because it's bitter towards me. Stupid ho.

ANYWAY. I found where I left off and since I'm severly slacking on my challenge, which I did unknowingly, I figured I'd get the ball rolling because I've been avoiding this question as of late.

DAY FIVE: YOUR DEFINITION OF LOVE.

Dear Mysterious Challenge Man,
I hope it's safe to assume you're a man, although it wouldn't be a stretch to call you a woman. You know what, this would be a woman's question to ask so let me rephrase.

Dear Mysterious Challenge Person, (politically correct! =O )
I would love to tell you what the definition of love is, however I sometimes lose my definition as time goes on. If you asked me when I was six what the definition was, I would have told you that it was finding someone who was "tall, brown hair, and liked mint chocolate chip ice cream." My criteria hasn't changed much, so I believe it's known that I'm relatively a simple person when it comes to expectations. Come to find out, that is wrong. I have a lot of expectations. My definition of love is possibly the most ideal sort of love that could ever exist, which probably only exists in my mind and in romantic comedies.

My definition of love is someone who knows how you tick and what grinds your gears, but they still enjoy your company, although you are indeed eccentric and possibly neurotic. Love is where they will never try to change you, personality or otherwise, because they enjoy the person who you are and wouldn't want you to be any different. Love is respecting boundaries should there be any - I'm sure ideally there'd be none, but you shouldn't pry too deep because you might hit an oil reservoir. Ask the Gulf of Mexico if it enjoyed that experience..

Love is being able to do simple tasks without fear of hurting the other person. Now if it was something extreme like, "Honey, why would you be mad that I had sex with the Portuguese neighbor? You said it was okay!!" then that's a different story and a whole other can of beans. Love is trusting someone without hearing from them for hours and knowing they wouldn't do anything to hurt you (and if they did, you take it out on them next time you see them! =] )

Love doesn't abuse in any way, shape, or form. I can't tolerate it and I won't tolerate it, whether it's physical, emotional, or mental. I have a hard time believing that shows love when you do that, and it's a quick way to losing my respect, which is hard earned.

In a nutshell to keep this from getting too long and winded, I'm not quite sure what exactly love is. There's plenty of movie and book quotes that summarize what I think it is, but since you explicitly said "my definition", I would say it's relatively unknown to me. I guess love is imperfect, because I haven't found love that has obeyed all of my above definitions. It's a very complicated sort of question, and I suppose this is the reason why I've been avoiding it, because I'm not definitely sure of what I even believe in.

My hands smell like bleach and dish soap =/

"Young men's love, then, lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes." (William Shakespeare)