Love Doesn't Come in a Minute, Sometimes it Doesn't Come at All.

Yep, this is going to be one of those blog posts. At least I'm not in that apathetic mood anymore, just kind of strange. I think it's because I am so dissapointed in the Chicago teams today. Blackhawks already lost and the Bears are about to lose, too.

Well anyways, so Paul McCartney and the Wings, I do very much enjoy them and pretty much any singer songwriter groups from the 60s/70s (just ask Hillary who sang them all with me on an infomercial for a half hour the other night). But, this song brings me to the reason why I decided to blog today. Why do people say "I love you" and why is it such a big deal to say it to some people over others? I guess it comes down to what your meaning of love is.

Everyone who's ever been in love says there is a difference between "loving someone" and being "in love with someone." I just don't know if I believe that anymore. I love a lot of people, and in special and different ways and I think that's pretty comparable to being "in love" with people in different ways. I also think this is why I don't believe in "the one" because I believe there are many different people who might be right for you at different times in your life.

Or maybe it comes down to the Buddhist idea that the English language limits how to describe feelings. I'm not really sure, but I think I am an "I love you slut" (thank you How I Met Your Mother for that reference). I'm not afraid to tell people that I love them and I want to tell everyone I care about that I do. I think it's dumb that there are rules to who it is appropriate to tell you love them. For Example, A Straight Guy and Straight girl should probably not tell each other they love each other because it could be taken the wrong way, yet two straight girls can say it to each other and it's completely acceptable.
BULLSHIT.

So as usual I'm pushing the social norms and I will be saying "I love you" to everyone who I feel should hear it, no matter what.
I. LOVE. YOU.