What Does 'Love' Mean?

I love you.

Do I? Or do I like you? Do I love you the way I love my fish? Or do I love you the way I love my warm wooly socks?

Part of the confusion that comes from having one word in English to describe love, is that we misinterpret things, currently and historically.

I love my husband.
I love my children.
I love my God.
I love my rabbits.
I love reading.
I love popsicles.
I love colors.

One word describes my feelings for all these things - love. But I'm not feeling the exact same emotion for any of them.

Perhaps this has been a source of confusion throughout history. It certainly is now. Historically, the word was used more liberally to describe relationships of all kinds. Now it is used more frequently to describe how we feel about our stuff.

Is it because we're more material? While that could be so, it's not the point in this post. That would be far too serious a topic to be handled on this blog.

I wonder if we are more cautious with the word or more flippant with the word because it could be so easily misconstrued. What will people read into it?

There's the ever awkward 'I love you like a sister'. That takes something away from the warmth of the feeling. Why isn't there a distinct word just for that kind of love? Or a word for the way we love deity? Or a lesser word for the way we love our stuff? A special word for the way we love our spouse would be a beautiful thing.

It is sometimes said English speaking people are cold and don't show their feelings well. Maybe it's because we lack the proper words for those feelings.

I love my fellow man, so I love you, but in a normal love-my-fellow-man way, not in a creepy, weird, stalking you way.

See? Awkward.

Is There a Doctor in the House?

I have a fun idea! Let's talk about something horrifying!

There comes a point in the world of unhealthiness where one feels the need to spout off about nasty things - and I've gotten there.

Yup, I've crossed that line. I invite you to cross it with me, because you're so special, er...whoever you are.

I had a CT scan yesterday. It was a witch hunt for a kidney stone that was supposed to be gone a month ago. They found it. Right where it was - a month ago. Hasn't budged, not one nip. This tiny little stone has progressed from inconvenient, to annoying, to uncomfortable to making itself completely obnoxious.

If it isn't gone by Monday they are going to surgically remove the thing.

Now I've been through this before. I know what that means.

It's kind of like when you go into the doctor and they say something like, "This will pinch a little." The real interpretation of that should be "This is going to hurt so bad you'll be begging for narcotics." Or when they say "This is going to hurt a little." That means, "This is going to hurt so much, you're going to wish you were dead."

I had a stone years ago that was so big it tore up my ureter (Hey, I know, too much information, but that's what you get when you keep reading past the first couple lines! I warned you!). They dug it out of there, and in it's place they put a stent! A stent! Do you know what that is in urological terms????????

Because this is a family site I'm not going to say, specifically, just where it goes, but I will say this, it's function is to allow any remaining stones to come out.

And it's horrifyingly uncomfortable. Seriously, I wanted to renege on the deal. I'd take my 9 mm stone back, and they could take their stent and I'd tell them where to stick it.

So guess what I'm doing? Gorging myself on fluids until my eyeballs float. Every time I don't feel like taking another swallow I think of that stent and I suddenly find my motivation. There's a bigger picture at stake here - reason for overindulging in liquids. And if I drown myself in them there's another plus - if I'm dead they can't very well put that stent in now, can they? Ah, the silver lining.

Scheduled Fluidity

This whole 'scheduled post' thing is not working for me. Once a week was too regimented. Once a month is too lackadaisical.

Honestly, I live my life in between the two. Scheduled fluidity. Naturally I'm a fluid, go with the flow, laid back sort. Out of necessity I've learned to be scheduled and organized. I'm flexible like that.

So here's what I'm going to do - post whenever I feel like it, but I'll do it regularly, just not on a specific schedule.

Writing is a hobby for me. A hobby. An avocation. As in, not a deadly serious career. I'm not trying to make money off my blog, so why drive myself crazy over it and force myself to stick to a schedule? Isn't this why I decided to go straight to self publishing? So there were no deadlines and no pressure?

This will hereby, forthwith, be a no pressure blog.

On a side note, I really miss blogger. Is that bad? I know this website is all official and makes it so I own my own content and all, but I don't like using it. It's not friendly to techno-idiots like me.
There's always a price to be paid for freedom.

Editors note: I'm back! I had endured enough torture and came to my senses.