Oh, how exhausted I am with humans.
The way they worship this ridiculous thing. Love🙄
Is that really all? for this world to offer?
Romance? and that’s it?
Why do they worship it so much?
It’s just a feeling-isn’t it?
Just a biological impulse.
Here to ensure reproduction and attachment.
Just a feeling.
A feeling is a tool to guide survival.
You don’t worship a stupid tool.
You use a tool.
You don’t whine over a hammer; you smash with it.
You don’t sacrifice for a knife; you stab with it.
But they write about it.
They cry for it. These silly humans.
They sin and kill for it.
They sing and dance.
They kneel, they act crazy, like children.
For a tool.
An idolized one.
It’s a made-up crap.
They fabricated an illusion.
In every movie and song, in literature and magazines they fabricated it.
They made it too glittering.
The attention is unnecessary.
I am furious. I feel it right in my heart an anger-a flame.
Mad at the world that glorified it.
Mad at love, too.
Because it has so much freedom.
Nothing deserves this much freedom I envy it.
It's deceiving am telling you.
It should have been labeled.
I want it defined,
Concluded and sealed,
As one,
On something.
So, what am I asking for?
An understanding—a rational one.
Not to feel it and fool around in love, acting goofy and impulsive.
No.
I need science to define it like it defines other things.
I want a formula for it.
Why is it so free? So boundless?
Even happiness has its own formula.
Yeah. It’s:
Events - expectations ≤ happiness.
I don’t want to hear or read any more description of it in a million different ways.
I want one definition that is supported by experiment.
I want it measured.
I want it on a table, dissected, bleeding with numbers.
I want it held and confided to a paper.
“Oh love is home love is caring”
Oh come onnnnn😡
Please Not another romantic crap
of someone madly in love, crying to the moon.
A moon.
A tool.
I sound hopeless.
Maybe I fear it—the very thing I wish to control.
The way they worship this ridiculous thing. Love🙄
Is that really all? for this world to offer?
Romance? and that’s it?
Why do they worship it so much?
It’s just a feeling-isn’t it?
Just a biological impulse.
Here to ensure reproduction and attachment.
Just a feeling.
A feeling is a tool to guide survival.
You don’t worship a stupid tool.
You use a tool.
You don’t whine over a hammer; you smash with it.
You don’t sacrifice for a knife; you stab with it.
But they write about it.
They cry for it. These silly humans.
They sin and kill for it.
They sing and dance.
They kneel, they act crazy, like children.
For a tool.
An idolized one.
It’s a made-up crap.
They fabricated an illusion.
In every movie and song, in literature and magazines they fabricated it.
They made it too glittering.
The attention is unnecessary.
I am furious. I feel it right in my heart an anger-a flame.
Mad at the world that glorified it.
Mad at love, too.
Because it has so much freedom.
Nothing deserves this much freedom I envy it.
It's deceiving am telling you.
It should have been labeled.
I want it defined,
Concluded and sealed,
As one,
On something.
So, what am I asking for?
An understanding—a rational one.
Not to feel it and fool around in love, acting goofy and impulsive.
No.
I need science to define it like it defines other things.
I want a formula for it.
Why is it so free? So boundless?
Even happiness has its own formula.
Yeah. It’s:
Events - expectations ≤ happiness.
I don’t want to hear or read any more description of it in a million different ways.
I want one definition that is supported by experiment.
I want it measured.
I want it on a table, dissected, bleeding with numbers.
I want it held and confided to a paper.
“Oh love is home love is caring”
Oh come onnnnn😡
Please Not another romantic crap
of someone madly in love, crying to the moon.
A moon.
A tool.
I sound hopeless.
Maybe I fear it—the very thing I wish to control.