Can anybody find me.......

Somebody to love.... - Freddie Mercury

On an emotional level, there is only one thing that can make you utterly desolate. Despairing. Stupid. Willing to suffer... and that is love.

'Love is a cunt' this blog proclaims, but to let it be so, we acknowledge it's power and influence in our day to day existence. People search for love until it's discovery becomes all consuming to them, and they will not rest. But they are deceiving themselves. For they are not searching for someone to love, if truth be told. They are searching for someone to love them. In all it's selfishness, people are not looking for someone to be the light of their life, but for someone to make them the light of theirs.

It is this that entices people to have affairs - the flattery of the chase. It feels good knowing that someone cannot stop thinking about you. Cannot keep from contacting you, cannot get you out of their head.

Love is a needy emotion that makes you selfish. Weak. Foolish. Yet we kid ourselves that it is what is needed to make us truly happy. The validation of another human being. Which is only being given in a conditional sense, unless it's from your mum of course.

Sometimes I think that love is a cruel trick played on us by a higher being, as a sidetrack to the otherwise tedium of the aging process.