Three Little Words.

Love is defined as an intense feeling of deep affection. Obsession is defined as an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind. It's funny how the two can seem so closely related, or how one can be mistaken for the other. While in California, actually, while standing on the floor at the Green Day show in Sacramento, this thought entered its way into my head: Our society is with out a doubt obsessed with love.

Why has love turned into this monster of a feeling? Why is most teenage angst, depression, suicides, and ill feelings directed towards an emotion that is supposed to bring us nothing but joy? When did we cross the border into love obsession? Has it been like this for centuries? Since the beginning of time? It seems that since birth we are taught that love is the ultimate answer. Love will kill your loneliness, it will provide you with security, a home, tax breaks and children. You MUST be in love to have a stable home, you MUST be in love to reproduce, YOU MUST BE IN LOVE IN ORDER TO BE HAPPY. Does anyone else see the subliminal messaging everywhere you turn? Love or finding love is the underlying plot to almost every movie. Fairy tales filled with happily ever afters are shoved down our young throats in story books that are read to us as tradition. Shows always have love interests, books have love interests... Can you ever escape?!

Why is it we aren't taught to fend for ourselves? That the only love worth finding in this world is the love for yourself? How many of us can say they are in love, or were at one point in love, with another person? How many of you can honestly say you love(d) yourself? I can honestly say, I do not know that feeling. I have so much love to give to others, but when it comes time for myself I'm scraping the bottom of the proverbial love barrel. I'm not anti-love by any means, but I'm beginning to see the sad trend of unhappiness that is related to this word. Sometimes, the road to happiness is not found in another partner, but found within yourself. You do not need the love of another to make your life worth living because when it comes down to it, when everyone is gone, when you're left crying alone, betrayed, hurt, longing for that other person, YOU are there. You get yourself through it, and no matter who leaves you in this world YOU will always be there for yourself. Maybe this is the sort of love society should be focusing on.

Antwitter.

Since I found out what exactly a "twitter" was, I have been firmly rooted in my decision that it is pointless. Well, unless you are one of the following: famous or someone who travels around the world. I highly doubt the lot of you care about my existence 24/7, nor would you sit eagerly at your computer screen anticipating my next emotastic status update. Though lately (lately as in February), I have become much to lazy to update this crazy nonsense. I try to half heartedly think of something worth while (and short) to post about but nothing comes to mind, except for a few sentence. So then, in essance, wouldn't my blog become the aweful twitter thing? I cannot allow that to happen, so unfortunately you'll have to read through my rants, or simply click the x, which I'm sure most people do once you get past the first few sentences. I'm guilty of the same thing, so I can't really say much now can I.

I'm not one for updating you on how my day was or anything like that. I like to touch on issues that could potentially spark someone to actually SAY something on my blog, something that might actually stimulate those crazy little brain cells you have there. Though, alas, my brain is empty of anything worth while at the moment. Either that or it's something I don't want to share with the general public.

So soon, my babies, I will have something to say. As for now, this entry has become much too long.