I was just thinking that! Great song.Dryaxx said:Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me. No more!
I was just thinking that! Great song.Dryaxx said:Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me. No more!
Wow, you were pretty mature for being 10 years old. Me? I've never even hugged a girl.ThePirateMan said:I was in love with 4 different girls, 2 big(Deeply in love), 2 small(A little..), but I only got together with one of them and we never kissed.TheNumber1Zero said:dude,you were in love?I've never been in love,never even really kissed a girl...ThePirateMan said:Big wall of text is bad for people who don't like big wall of text D:
How dare you call yourself a pirate?!
Yarr, harr, hibidihey.
And I really miss being in love D: Havn't been since I was 10 (I'm 14 now.)
Otherwise I don't really care WHAT love is.
No real comments on your opening text thing.. I'm just too tired to read it.. >.<
also I ain't reading that either,if we were that intellectual,patient,and into reading,why the hell are we on the escapist.
so I'm gonna go with "love is love"
that should do it.
D= indeed!MajoraPersona said:You beat me to itDryaxx said:Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me. No more!![]()
Cheeze_Pavilion said:No, the ultimate goal of love is to make us feel good--to reproduce is the side effect. That's how most of evolution/natural selection works--the behavior isn't of itself for survival, it just has a side effect conducive to survival:Pink_Pirate said:Love is nothing more than a survival instinct embedded deep within our genetic coding. Our brains are programmed to make us feel good about it when we find potential mates, and this in turn leads us to seek them out. The ultimate goal of love is to mate, to reproduce and make sure our race does not die out.
http://www.pbs.org/howartmadetheworld/episodes/human/ramachandran/
Can't just look to nature as some sort of authority for what is and is not an 'ultimate purpose:We as a race have become obsessed with the side effects of love, rather than its ultimate purpose...The concept of love separated from physical reproduction has become so engraved in the collective human psyche that to oppose it, is social taboo.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naturalistic_fallacy
Or people ruminating on the question "What is Love?": all three groups are identical in the sense that they are all in search of a certain state of brain chemistry.People who chase after love are no better than junkies craving a high.
Isn't that why we do anything, from pick our nose to paint the Sistine Chapel's ceiling--to experience a certain state of brain chemistry?There is no longer any need to recreate, we have complete dominance over our planet, and almost complete certainty of survival. The only reason people seek out love now is to experience the rush of chemicals released into your bloodstream when you find a potential mate.
Hope all that was thought provoking.Now, i wrote this a while ago as a thought exercise in arguing points i don't necessarily believe in. I dont agree with everything i wrote up there, but i dont really disagree with it either. So let see some opinions on what you think love might be? it can be something that you believe in, or like me you try to argue a point that u might not support.
because the escapist has wonderful characters and actual interesting people o.o?....and its a forumCheeze_Pavilion said:;-;TheNumber1Zero said:also I ain't reading that either,if we were that intellectual,patient,and into reading,why the hell are we on the escapist.
I hate you.. I really really doshadowstriker86 said:love is a girl that calls you 8 times a day, can beat you at smash bros. brawl, loves to raid with you in WoW, wants to buy you cool clothes, throws more sex at you than you know what to do with, will ride X2 and Tatsu multiple times, has a skinny body with just the right amount of bust, and massages you whenever you want. That is my gf and the only problem i have is that she always compares her 102 lb. body to her younger 90 lb. sisters body.
There won't be a need to recreate, but people would still do it.Pink_Pirate said:W
People who chase after love are no better than junkies craving a high. There is no longer any need to recreate,