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On more than one occasion I've been accused of being emotionally retarded, incapable of loving anything other than myself.
I'm getting to a stage where I think the critics might be right.
So guys and gals, what does love mean to you?
What's love got to do with it?
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I heard a nice thing once.
Love is where your happiness is dependant upon someone else's happiness.
Love is where your happiness is dependant upon someone else's happiness.
I like this, but I find it both lovely and a bit depressing at the same time.
I like the sentiment of the above. Kinda rings true, I think Love is an emotion that can only truly be felt when shared and recipricated.
That said, sometimes I only have to look at footage of some of the mountain ranges to well up. That probably says alot about my psyche though
I know it isn't true. Love is just a lie, made to make you blue.
Love means not having to do foreplay.
Love means not having to do foreplay.
Does that mean your Mum loves me?
Does that mean your Mum loves me?
if you shag dead people then she probably does
Lmao
Thought this thread needing manning up before we statrted hugging each other
Oh so now its funny that she's dead.........
'hands out spade'
from nice to horrendous in less than 30 minutes.
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plays. I am entirely alone.
The future stretches before me, like an empty and poorly-maintained B-road.
bruneep and gravitysucks - are you emotionally stunted too?
Love is a series of neurochemical reactions, designed to stop you killing and eating your mate (at least until you have reproduced).
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Don't worry about it.
If you really want to know, take one of those personality test thingys, you know, the one that allocated four letters to your personality type. Best thing to do with that is google your type, there tends to be lots of FAQ's and 'how to live with a...' guides.
You'll probably find that, like me, you are emotionally retarded, but that's just the way you are and it's not your problem, it's everyone else's. If they have a problems with that tough, they should be more considerate (unless they are like you of course...)
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*googles how to live with an arsehole*
Really though, and based upon that love is...
When I think about the girl I'm in love with, I get stirrings downstairs.
when i think about the girl I'm in love with leaving, I get sicky feelings.
If, after 6 months of being together these rules apply, you're on to a winner.
simple as.
Brunnep, no offence fella.
Don't worry about the spade I have plenty but think I need to stopping digging 😥
Emotionally stunted?, its a fair cop
As Mowgli says.
A splendid thing with families, in my case Mrs Please and Please Jnr *2, when everyone's jolly there really is nothing finer and nowhere I'd rather be. Not even on a bike or a board.
I'm sure there's an arithmetic if not an exponential relationship between numbers 'feeling the love' and overall jollyness. Highly recommended as nowt else comes close in my book.
As usual, Google finds the answer
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10) Does that also apply to 'the game of life'.
Love is where your happiness is dependant upon someone else's happiness.
So don't marry a depressive then. This sounds more like plain dependence.
Love is when you put up with a whole load of bad stuff, because, no matter how bad it gets, you still come back for more...
For example, MTBking - bleeds my wallet dry, often leaves me injured/bruised/battered, ruins the environment and leaves me feeling guilty as I drive all over the UK to get to trails........yet I keep bluddy riding cos it is the best thing in the world and I love it.
Same thing applies to partners - I've had relationships that should've worked on paper because we liked the same things/shared same ideas and all that. But it's when you are with someone who has a completely different outlook on life/love/the human condition...yet you still want to be with them. Then that's love.
On more than one occasion I've been accused of being emotionally retarded, incapable of loving anything other than myself.
Southern Yeti...have you been seeing my ex, mate? That's exactly what she said to me...
Anyway...on a serious note it's been my experience that such accusations are as much an attribute of the accuser as the accused.
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I know it isn't true. Love is just a lie, made to make you blue.
I know I love that song 🙂
"some fools think of happiness, blissfullness, togetherness,
some fools fool themselves I guess, but they're not fooling me"
Our girly night ride went on a bit longer, because we added in an extra loop.
It mean't ending with a cycle home in the dark, on my own for a couple of miles. Eventually ringing the doorbell at 10.15p.m. Hubby answered and said ' I've been worried about you'. My heart just melted. Had I not been eaten by the bog monster and covered in peat, I would have fallen into his arms.
Love is knowing everything I do would be even more fun if he were there too 😀
Hubby answered and said ' I've been worried about you'
In man speak - the washing machine needs emptying.
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Love is knowing everything I do would be even more fun if he were there too
ermm I don't think that applies necessarily; my missus doesn't like cycling uphill (or in fact cycling much)...
Southern Yeti I've only ever had that comment from a manipulative ex, like roadie-in-denail says often people see their own faults in others.
I've only ever had that comment from a manipulative ex..... people see their own faults in others
Ooooh the arguments I've had on that theme!
Although I know full well that I adopted 'attack as the best form of defence' every time that argument has come around.
Lol @ woody2000, so true. He had to order in a curry, 'cos I wasn't there to home cook him a meal, and also the bed needed bedding on it! Ironing not done etc. Men Eh.
clareymorris - lovely 🙂
Love is where your happiness is dependant upon someone else's happiness.
Love is when you put up with a whole load of bad stuff, because, no matter how bad it gets, you still come back for more...
Love is knowing everything I do would be even more fun if he were there too
How depressing is it that some of these (quite accurate) descriptions could also apply to hopelessly dependant person on the shjtty side of an abusive relationship?
... is comfortable silence.
p/s: if you have to keep reminding yourself then you are in trouble.
Love is... apparently, an excuse to print stupid cartoons about humanoids without genitals in a ridiculous paper run by a moron.
Love is not what you think.
stinky fingers?
Bunnyhop...Hubby answered and said ' I've been worried about you...
Mrs MTG was late back on a trailquest recently.
I was asking other riders if they had seen her while they were out.
When it got to the 30 minutes late, all points lost stage, I said "I'm getting worried about her".
I think I might have spoiled the moment though by adding "She's on my spare bike".
I would do anything for love, but I won't do that... 😮
What, trailquesting ?
Graham - Is she still missing?
Poor Sarah, has she forgiven you?
Well in this house Love is being able to be yourself. It's about being able to want what you want and still have someone who understands why you want those things and who wants to help you do those things. It's about finding someone who sees your faults and still looks at you with desire. It's where fear and anxiety have slipped away so that for the first time you're truly comfortable with yourself and with someone else.
Love takes time to come about properly. It doesn't really take work, but it takes patience and you need to be proactive/positive about your life I think. Love is about coming to realise all the trite phrases and cliches are at once true and not all at the same time. People need to realise that fairytales are fairytales, romance novels are a load of ____, and lusty mags are there to serve a different purpose then love. And yet, magical things can happen, and love can be hot and heavy and very sexy and a little raunchy too. Things just don't happen like you expect.
There's no rush Yeti. There's no worry. Just let yourself live life and as your travel around and meet new people there will be one who fits right.
Women never forgive. They store everything away for future use.
One day, many years from now, I'll be in trouble for something I've done/not done or said/not said and she'll say "..[i]and[/i] there was that time I got lost and you were more worried about your bike than about me..."