LivingTodayInThePresent

Shakespeare could not have said it any better through Puck, his tongue in cheek character from "A Midsummer Night’s Dream", "Lord, what fools we mortals be!" And indeed, only love can turn sane, logical and intelligent people into weepy, devastated blithering idiots. You can’t learn love but you live it and you can’t talk your way out of being in love no matter how good you are in public speaking or writing.

They say that intelligent people are the ones who are dumbest (and unluckiest) in love. After all, who needs a brain when a person falls in love? There is after all, "love at first sight" so logic rarely if ever plays a part in the phenomenon of falling in love. So in a way, simple people are lucky because they just "feel" it– smart and complicated people on the other hand spend too much time nitpicking, analyzing, worrying and trying to comprehend whether or not they have indeed fallen in love (or had a mental breakdown).

My bestfriend, Gus and I describe ourselves as simple people with complicated thoughts so while we fall in love like the rest of the mortal race– we also tend to overanalyze. We overcomplicate cut and dried matters because we don’t want to be "fools in love". And more often then not, we end up being each other’s movie date. *sobs*

So last Sunday, after a movie of non-stop action and booty shots (which was endless!)– Gus and I discussed our views on love and how it changed since our college days. Back then, we were both hopeless romantics out to find the "ONE". The process was fairly easy but finding the prince among frogs was another story.

For Gus, he said that falling in love was much like a fish getting hooked. That no matter how much you wriggle, you can’t escape it. So there you are, hanging on because of a bait and a hook that’s cutting your mouth. You’re bleeding badly but who cares? Because you have literally fallen for it hook, line and sinker. And then you get eaten or, you get coshed on the brain, disemboweled, marinated, fried and then eaten. Yum!

A friend of mine, Michiko went as far back as to describe what loving someone is. She described people’s hearts as boxes of different sizes and because of the disparity in sizes, people get hurt expecting to get a box as big as the ones they have or give. Say for example, I have a box as big as 100% but unfortunately, the other person has a box as big as only 50%. In the end, no matter if he gives his all, a person with a smaller box can only give so much and not enough–not enough to even fill half of what the other person gave.

Right now, I see falling in love as abandoning your brain. Because whoever says he loves wisely is a fool twice over–because love can’t be this perfect emotion where everything falls into place and love isn’t something you can ration out or put on the shelf whenever you find it convenient. So I admit it, I am a fool in love no matter how much my head tries to deny, defy and obliterate every shard of this emotion. What makes me even more foolish and pathetic is that even though I try hard to erase this emotion, I still feel it and in the end, I’m fighting for something that was already given up. Tragic indeed but unfortunately, love isn’t something I can’t rewrite like my stories. I’m a fool in love with little hope of a recovery. Medic!!!!

“Until one morning, I’ll wake up and find I’m thinking about something else, and then I’ll know the worst is over. My heart might be bruised but it will recover and become capable of seeing the beauty of life once more. It happened before, it will happen again, I’m sure. When someone leaves, its because someone is about to arrive.” -Paulo Coelho, The Zahir

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