tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post113801730161318973..comments2024-01-26T10:20:37.836+00:00Comments on Diary of a Goldfish: Love is real, real is loveThe Goldfishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213378454070776331noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post-1168831085309049402007-01-15T03:18:00.000+00:002007-01-15T03:18:00.000+00:00I'm a mix of mushy and logical. I know and relis...I'm a mix of mushy and logical. I know and relish in the feelings marmiteboy describes, yet I can't help seeing some kind of evolutionary or chemical reason behind these feelings. But who really cares if what you've got going is smoking!<BR/><BR/>I agree that love is on a continuum of levels, not just either casual or romantic. Maybe we need more words to describe the range, or we need to change the connotations of the words we use (I'm thinking "fuck-buddy" here).Sagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14481252201307998355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post-1138205412424295282006-01-25T16:10:00.000+00:002006-01-25T16:10:00.000+00:00I am known for my mushiness so I am.You are right ...I am known for my mushiness so I am.<BR/><BR/>You are right though, and I do realise it's not all a bed of roses. And I also realise that a problem shared is not always a problem halfed. It might well be doubled because the other person may have a problem too. But the idea of emotional support appeals to me. You've have described AJ as your rock. That's love that is. Being someones rock and being seen as such by the person you are supporting as such.marmiteboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06727386811098683743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post-1138141117940193472006-01-24T22:18:00.000+00:002006-01-24T22:18:00.000+00:00:-)Poor Marmite's description is beautiful, if rat...:-)<BR/><BR/>Poor Marmite's description is beautiful, if rather idealised. Taking someone else on also means taking on their problems - which doesn't always mean <I>a problem halved</I>. And of course you have to keep working at it all the time. <BR/><BR/>I have to say though, I am going through a right mushy phase at the moment so despite my better judgement Marmite's description reads about spot-on.The Goldfishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15213378454070776331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post-1138133240642919192006-01-24T20:07:00.000+00:002006-01-24T20:07:00.000+00:00Wow! what a great respones Marmite. I've never ha...Wow! what a great respones Marmite. I've never had anything lie that in my life! It all sounds, dare I say it, foreign to me. Mind you, I really wonder if that's the kind of love my parents have *Justin muses* <BR/><BR/>Oops! least said, my practice my "confidentiality" skill, lol.<BR/><BR/>I loved the post, so funny. I knew exactly what Johnny and Junae said "ug ug UG uuug" LOL.<BR/><BR/>It's a brilliant way to describe the emerging emmotion of real love from bestial love.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10557263.post-1138048768915995982006-01-23T20:39:00.000+00:002006-01-23T20:39:00.000+00:00I've been thinking along the same lines today Gold...I've been thinking along the same lines today Goldfish and was going to do post on it but instead I'll comment here. And yes, I and a big softy and an incurable romatic.<BR/><BR/>I believe in love. It is there, you just have to be lucky enough to find it. I dream of having someone to love who loved me back. How great would that be? To have someone to care for you and be there for you in the same way that you are there for and care for them. I'm not talking about being stifled either. I'm talking about the type of love that means you get a hug when you're down without having to ask for it, the kind of love that runs you a bath and rubs your aching back when you are tired. The kind of love that laughs along with you at the same things. The kind of love that takes your breath away with just one glance. The kind of love that misses you whan you're not there, but who knows when you need space and isn't upset by the fact that you need to be alone sometimes and above all the kind of love who is a friend too. It definitely isn't just about sex. I know believe me. Although it would be a welcome addition ;-)marmiteboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06727386811098683743noreply@blogger.com