Capetonification

Eagle Eye Cherry said it so well: "Im so tired - of falling in love - finding it easier to fall out."
Love is weird. It's a lot of different things to a lot of different people. I thought I knew what love was, but it seems have experienced only various shades of it.
So what do I really 'love' in this life? Well, lets think of a few examples.

I really dig my car. It's gives me emmense pleasure when I drive it. I love the way it looks. I love the sleek lines, I love the color, how it sparkles like a dark green ocean at day and disappears into the darkness like a shadow at night.

I really admire David Beckham. The guy's got it all. He's fucking good looking guy. He's got awesome style. He's one of my heroes. I love the guy. Not in any sort of gay way, but in a "I am a real fan of what/who he is."

I watched the new bond movie. I really LOVE this chase scene:

I love my wife. So much so that after a week of not seeing her, I was close to tears. Does that make me sound like a pussy?
So what! James Bond cried when Vesper died. And he's badass. It's ok.

At the same time she drives me nuts. We don't agree on most things. She wants her own way, I want mine. We dont seem to like the same activities. And some times I really feel that I a, leaning closer to hate than any sort of feeling of love.

Love. In all its shapes and sizes continues to be a mystery. I never seem to get a handle on it. Maybe I don't love anything. If everything went to shit, burned up in smoke, would I really be that upset about any of it? Don't get me wrong it'd be a real bummer, but I really think I'd just keep on rolling.

Interesting.