Love is a hell of a drug

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life:

That word is love.

-Sophocles

I hear love is a beautiful thing. At least it was for the few minutes I experienced it. My hair grew, my skin had never glowed brighter, my health was at its best. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the air was fresh and everything was right with the world. Well the birds are still singing, so now I know they weren't breaking vocals just for me (damn birds!)

But that's the problem with love. The very thing that makes it so great is the very same thing that makes it such a pain. I believe that love is not only blind, it's stupid, dumb, deaf and slightly retarded. It makes grown educated people do strange things. Jihad has been declared numerous times in the name of love. Women walk out of great jobs with no other options, men shed tears in public. Activists tie themselves to trees. Love is a powerful thing.

There is absolutely no known logical reason why someone would love one person instead of another. Care about one cause instead of another. Fanatically follow one political party instead of another. The heart wants what the heart wants. Its just that simple. But great hair and beautiful skin aside, this dumb retarded love has other perks.

You have someone to worry about and someone who worries about you. You have someone to come home to at night after a bad day. You have someone you need that needs you back. You have someone you can be yourself with. No judgment, no regrets. That's what love does for you. Whether it's right or not.

But then this retarded, deaf love also comes with a dark side. The pain it causes may sometimes be irreparable, the void it leaves behind unfillable. It has caused men's daddy-business to be cut off, women's weaves to be ripped out of their scalps in more than hilarious fights, cars to be burnt down, individuals to be stalked to their graves and others to be locked up in asylums.

Don't joke with this love business. It is some serious *ish and when you jump into it, be careful with what and who you are handling. You have no idea what effect it will have on the future. The consequences range from a smile and simple goodbye to rational people tying themselves up with explosives and shouting in gibberish, illogical language off building rooftops. I may owe my great hair (yeah right) and even skin tone to my 2-minute stint with love and Nivea moisturizer and toner but imagine if I was a Muslim fanatic. That poor dude would not be around to tell his tale.

According to urban dictionary.com:
Love:
nature's way of tricking people into reproducing.