Is “love at first sight” real?
I love the Beatles. They are timeless and wonderful. I love their songs and agree with many of their life philosophies such as, “let it be” and “all you need is love.” Their Laissez faire attitude towards life seemed like a peaceful way of living, but though I like to believe I’m type B, I’m so type A it’s not even funny. In the song “With a little help from my friends,” the lines “Do you believe in love at first sight?/ Yes, I’m certain that it happens all the time,” tortured me to no end until yesterday.
This realization really all began because of Thanksgiving break. You see, as I mentioned before, there are five children staying at my mothers house. You know what children are really good at? Carrying around ailments. They are little baskets of far too weak immune systems just waiting to catch a few and spread them around like Christmas cheer to all of whom they love. In my sicked state the only medicine I had was NyQuil and I had no desire to sleep so in my fever, medicine induced delirium I found a new appreciation for the concept of “love at first sight”
I’ve never liked the idea before. I was thoroughly infuriated and disgusted with how Romeo and Juliette carried on in what I believed to be lust. I mean, how could you possibly love someone you don’t know? Then I got to thinking. How do you actually know someone, fully? Is it by how they will react in any given situation? I mean that seems the most logical. People are composed of their experiences and how they react to them. Assuming this, you have to realize that there are infinitely many situations one can be put into so, thus, a person cannot possibly know even them selves fully because they cannot physically put themselves into all of the infinitely many situations. The best we can do is make an educated guess as to how we will react.
So now that it’s impossible to fully know someone who’s to say love isn’t something more than a bunch of chemicals following the idea of carrying on the species. In theory that’s really our main function, carrying on the species. In that case, if the pheromones are right, your subconscious agrees that this person will make promising offspring, who’s to say that’s not love? Gosh… I just made it sounds super depressing… It sounded way better in my head… I thought I was proving to myself something mystical and fairytale-esque was possible and I just melted it down to biological urges.
Other Posts by Asha
- Thanksgiving Part II
- Thanksgiving Part I
- My Hero
- Erin Dukes
- Fears: Conquered
- Seeing stars
- Kiss me
- I'm glad it's over
- May I See You?
- Dirty Hw
- Ignore the Signs
- Umbrellas and fish bowls
- Sweet Dreams
- So... love and junk.
- For the Win
- As you are to me
- Om nom nom
- It's due tomorrow?




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