Hot take, but I love love. While I think it’s difficult to experience what’s considered ‘love’ by mainstream media, I think platonic love is one that really shouldn’t be discounted. This week, we wanted to explore the emotions with love – angsty love, but also the complex reactions to the chemical reaction of love. Okay, that’s heavy shit so I’ll put it as blunt as I can. Love and angst, bitches. Let’s talk about it.
Now, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced intense, burning, romantic love; which sounds a lot more intense than it actually is. Without letting all the editorials turn into my personal diatribe about my problems, here’s the lowdown. Love is a difficult emotion to stomach if you haven’t fully immersed yourself in all forms of what it can be. That’s where the angst comes in. Watching movies, reading books and listening to music that’s centred around falling in love has caused us as a generation to form skewed opinions on what love is and how it affects you. I’m a sucker for a romcom as much as the next person, but watching two young highschoolers fall into a whirlwind romance of lust and passion has me fawning for something that could have been. But fuck me if it isn’t the cutest shit in the entire world.
Love for me has always been a strange one. As someone who has identified as gay for a fair few years, my options were limited. Accepting such small gestures as someone desiring me but all they did was text me a “lol” when I wrote such complex jokes. There’s that quote from Perks of Being a Wallflower that is germaine to this kōrero:
“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
Big fricking oof. If you don’t relate to this, I’m very happy for you. If you do, you algood? Ya know, it’s okay if you’re not. Love is actuals so hucked. The idea of how one’s soul reacts to the soul of another, it’s fascinating stuff. While I’m not a psychologist, I still vibe with the science behind love, the release of endorphins when you see your person. I’m starting to understand why romance writers get so immersed in their stories and become one with the couple they’re exploring. If you see a romance book with my name on it, mind ya business thanks.
Without being cynical, I need you all to hear me on this. First year at uni is going to be weird. You may be the type to have a lot of sex, and that’s okay. You may find who you think is your soulmate and spend the next three years in an on-again-off-again relo, and that’s okay. But you may actually find your soulmate, and that makes me want to drag my teeth across the concrete. Just make sure you’re aware of who you are, and never discount yourself for anyone else. Definitely not a business major with a pedostache and shares in crypto. Good luck out there you little love maniacs, be safe, and always use condoms.
