I've found it....
"The cognitive-affective state characterised by intrusive and obsessive fantasising concerning reciprocity of amorant feelings by the object of the amorance".
The most jargon-filled, complex and perfectly logical way to define love. To sociologists everywhere, I thank you. It will make a nerdy but heart-felt note, lol.
When you think about it, really what other way could one define love?? I mean, we all feel it at some point in our lives, be it from family or significant others or friends (each type of love is valid and important), but we can never quite pinpoint it. Or I can't anyhow. But now it's been done for me.
The only problem with this definition, and many others constructed by academics, is that it nearly completely lacks emotion...And therein lies the problem. In my humble opinion there is nothing more difficult than defining an emotion with words. I believe emotions should be defined with actions...
Hmmm.
Yesterday I finally got my hair cut. I went to the library and hired books on greatly varying topics (as per usual) such as the English language and child abuse. Don't ask why. I went shopping with my mother and brother, where my mother was going to buy me jeans, but I bought yet another yoyo - A yotech super wing. It's my obsession of the moment.
Today I woke before 10am because my dad called me enquiring about going to his place for the weeken, even though I was there last weekend. But this time my seldom seen half-sisters will be there, so I ought to. I wish I saw them more...I barely know them, which unnerves me. I then rang Legs at roughly 10:00 to see what she was up to...I thought I wouldn't have woken up because she's typically an early riser, but as it turned out, I'd woken her...Poor love only got to sleep at about 5am. I wish she could sleep more.
We went for coffee, some light shopping and more air hockey. Hmm. We first played three games and I won two. Then we played five games and she won all of them. I was minorly irritated and she enjoyed the chance to gloat. Lucky duck.
Tomorrow I'll be at work (no hurrah) and then at my father's place. I should only be staying overnight...I think. I was half asleep when my dad called, so I'll have to work that out. No matter.
Onward.
The most jargon-filled, complex and perfectly logical way to define love. To sociologists everywhere, I thank you. It will make a nerdy but heart-felt note, lol.
When you think about it, really what other way could one define love?? I mean, we all feel it at some point in our lives, be it from family or significant others or friends (each type of love is valid and important), but we can never quite pinpoint it. Or I can't anyhow. But now it's been done for me.
The only problem with this definition, and many others constructed by academics, is that it nearly completely lacks emotion...And therein lies the problem. In my humble opinion there is nothing more difficult than defining an emotion with words. I believe emotions should be defined with actions...
Hmmm.
Yesterday I finally got my hair cut. I went to the library and hired books on greatly varying topics (as per usual) such as the English language and child abuse. Don't ask why. I went shopping with my mother and brother, where my mother was going to buy me jeans, but I bought yet another yoyo - A yotech super wing. It's my obsession of the moment.
Today I woke before 10am because my dad called me enquiring about going to his place for the weeken, even though I was there last weekend. But this time my seldom seen half-sisters will be there, so I ought to. I wish I saw them more...I barely know them, which unnerves me. I then rang Legs at roughly 10:00 to see what she was up to...I thought I wouldn't have woken up because she's typically an early riser, but as it turned out, I'd woken her...Poor love only got to sleep at about 5am. I wish she could sleep more.
We went for coffee, some light shopping and more air hockey. Hmm. We first played three games and I won two. Then we played five games and she won all of them. I was minorly irritated and she enjoyed the chance to gloat. Lucky duck.
Tomorrow I'll be at work (no hurrah) and then at my father's place. I should only be staying overnight...I think. I was half asleep when my dad called, so I'll have to work that out. No matter.
Onward.