Academically Challenged Syndrome

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

What's this thing called love?

And now its time for philosophical thinkings with Carmen.
The part of the show where Carmen thinks of things philosophical.
Now without further ado...Philosophical thinkings with Carmen.

What's this things called love. Is a physical thing that we feel? Is it this racing of our heart that doesn't seem to stop until the person goes away? Is it hormonal? Does our mind change about who we love as much as we worry about subjects? (Depending who you are this analogy may or may not apply to you)

What's this thing called teenage love? Is it just severe infatuation? Or is there some basis as to why this physical feeling, this emotion seems to get the best of us? Why do we "love" the people that we do, why do we think these thoughts that this person is going to stay with us forever? Could this be the border of obsession, or of someone who is so inexperienced of the field of infatuation?

Sure I have "fallen" for people and thought that if they didn't like me then there would be no point in living my life. Especially from a young age, I thought that if you loved someone you were suppose to give them gifts, for me I would give them material gifts and thought that it was a symbol of my love. Now I'm a teenager and even though I am still inexperienced in this unexplainable subject I realize now that that is not anything, I was just wasting my money on some guy. Now that I am at an older age (15 if you consider that old) I've come to understand a little more on this "emotion".

There is this girl, who at the present time is interested in this older man. She claims that it is love. I'm not saying that it isn't love, but there had to be a lot of mixed emotions when her heart leapt for the first time that she saw him. With a quick analysis I can honestly say that she is severely infatuated. When you love someone you know that the someone can nurture you and provide for you in some way. Mothers and fathers, yes. Friends and other distant relatives, yes. A certain aspect of this emotion called love is that both people have something to contribute in a relationship. Whereas in her mind it may be that he could only provide for her. The bad side of severe infatuation is that the mind has a distorted image of this person. We don't know exactly happened in this person's life and how it shaped their personality. The thing that I have with infatuation and "liking" is that I think about it logically when I find that my mind has wondered off thinking about a person too much. I have to be totally honest, I liked the same person that my current subject likes. What pulled me out of this thinking and "liking" was the thought that it is totally illogical. Whatever relationship we do have, this person only has one person and it is to teach and share knowledge I give nothing back but to learn.

My second subject is the quintessential person who exemplifies "teenage love". A couple of weeks ago she was doting on how much she liked this guy and how they loved each other and would send each other messages. And apparently some suggestive. But the love that they shared was broken after he had his hand down her shirt. Then a new guy came into the picture and "how so much sweeter" he was than the other guy. That's why the concept of love and infatuation are so confusing to me. Both are related and at some point there is a border line and joining at these border line is the borderline of obsession.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Laziness killed the cat

Hey readers in the blogging world!

Sorry for the late posts but, today I was in rehearsal for the orchestra concert from 1-4 and it totally sucked, not to mention coincidental. Anyway I have a huge wave of projects, tests and quizes in the same week I have no idea how I am going to handle it all maybe I can pray to the Virgin Mary and maybe she will intercede for me. This week is totally going to suck. Today I went to JCPenny and I saw this adorable hoodie that said "I Love Nerds" and it had snoopy wearing a bowtie and some glasses. I wanted to melt on the spot.

Never go to Starbucks right after orchestra rehearsal ya never know who you might see.