I'm thinking about something, turning it over in my hands, mulling. It's the "L" word. That's right, the dreaded "love" word. What exactly does it mean? Other than the dictionary meaning, but the word itself. I love my parents, my friends, my phone, my decaf quad, my books. But why is this word so easily applied to everything, like a post-it note? Is this word supposed to be sacred? And is it?
I also wonder about the word "love" as it applies to male/female, male/male, female/female relationships. Why do we choose to love someone? And it is a choice, I firmly believe that. Has the word become a weapon, a tool of manipulation? "Hey honey, I love you, let's move in so we can split the rent." You see what I mean? Or "I love you so much baby but I can't go to that thing that means so much to you because I'm busy/tired/can't be bothered, etc." Is that love?
My mother tells me, especially in matters of religion (I suppose this need to define the "l" word could be certainly be considered esoteric) that I don't need to think so much about it, that I shoudn't try to figure out why, that I just need to believe it. That's what my geometry teacher said. And I failed geometry.
