So, the interaction with the strange drunk man last night has given me a new social experiment thought. I wonder how many people, drunk ones, I could end up wanting my number. With this, giving them all my actual number, and then noting their drunk text to myself on Facebook. It'd be like a recording of the human psyche under the influence. Not only would it just be that, it would be a recording of people believing that they are in love with me. It's an interesting thought, wondering how people feel about human emotion whilst being under the influence. I wonder if people who get drunk a lot are more susceptible to falling in love than people who drink occasionally or not at all. And when I say "falling in love," I of course mean the norm, which is literally falling, in sarcastic quotations, "in love." The false ideals and theories of love.
I, myself, completely believe that love exists, but I must detest the belief that people are in love often. Instead I attest that people find great friendship in others and love those people, but are not truly in love. How could emotion ever be so easy to find, especially with one so strongly pronounced? I feel as if the human psyche is much more complicated than to obtain a flower from a charming young boy and automatically feel so strongly about that individual, enough to say that one were to be in love. One would only be a fool to love if that is to flatter one so greatly, would one not?
The idea that human beings must be attached to that word from the beginning is fairly lackluster. People ask, "Could I ever be in love with this person?" At the first moments of romance, who cares? A person needs to learn the other. Have fun in life. Do not take emotion too seriously in the beginning. A person could never find true feelings if one does not go through with the blissfulness of being free-loving, correct? Later on, if a relationship thought were to spring up ever so gently, or even urgently, then would be the time to evaluate if one would ever be able to love the other. Or handle the other. Or be completely happy with one another, together like that.
Or maybe I am just mad. Insane. Maybe I am not romantic. Maybe I am a hopeless romantic. Maybe we are all fools to believe in love. Maybe we are just all fools in love.
