May 20
A Declaration of Love
Today I was trying to continue an article about a Neuroscience presentation when I found an old love letter… an unsent love letter, to be more exact. I was a bit surprised, to be sincere, as old thoughts I thought gone suddenly rushed through my brain and made me reconnect to that state of mind.
I’m gonna share it with you and hope you’ll share some with me. The author of the best “poem” will get 3-5 hours of lucid talking from me, while I’m in my best neuro-shape 
At the end of the contest I’ll make some graphs to show the mood of the love letters.
depressive journal entry
the tears.. the pain… the loneliness. one step aside and I’m better already. put me to work and all the rotten cartilages will start breaking, making me fall, making me useless.
i thought about you. i thought about you half of the days during winter holidays. you got stuck to my brain like a cool, artistic photo that stood for an idea. i bet there’s plenty of other photos, but i just like you. can’t talk to you, can’t see you, can’t feel you. i think i’m gonna have a heart attack when I do, or at least I’ll just get terribly dizzy, my stomach will just turn sour and my mind blurry. I had that happening a couple of times. and now I’m sad. I’m sad I ain’t a man and you a woman. I’m sad I can’t court you. I’m sad I can’t hold your hand, kiss it and speak the words I want to speak, make a declaration of… something…anything.
I’m sad I was born. I’m sad because I am drinking far too much coffee and it doesn’t help my courage grow and neither my work progress. I’m sad because I spent too much time waiting for my body to recover. I’m sad because I can’t find a way out of this without the help of you. Last Saturday …………………………………………………… Luckily it didn’t ……………. That made me miss you even more.
X
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i cant rationally express love. i simply cant. it comes to me i feel it, but i cannot express it. sometimes i feel bad about and i have the feeling that others see me as insensible. well thats life and i cannot change this thing about me, though i never tried.
Cute picture :).
… I ain’t an expert but that sounds more like guilt than love/lust/passion/desire …
I personally believe that all feelings can be expressed rationally, but it takes self control, being used to expressing ideas(having a highly associated network in tha brain) and a bit of effort
I’m off topic but couldn’t resist to say that “having a highly associated network in tha brain” is more a women characteristic rather than a men’s
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuMZ73mT5zM&feature=related
omg… i laughed my *** off. but that would also explain why some men have difficulties in following me in my reasoning.
did you know that having an associative brain makes it possible for creativity to happen? but we should give a “bonus” to men because whilst they tend to act stupid because of structural incapacity, women tend to be stupid out of lazyness and lack of interest in developing their understanding, or so I’ve noticed. I guess too many wires and too many stationary points to connect with all the rest is a bit too much work, indeed.
I personally believe that a perfect brain would be a combination between the two types. To be able to switch from one way of handling information to the other…
You know Herman Hesse wrote a book on an Academic Society that relied on an associative game, comparing smell sensations to musical pieces and even math formulas. It’s called The Glass Bead Game. It fascinated a lot of people throughout history. And with the recent dicoveries on how human brains work and what makes humans survive(knowledge, ability to predict or react accordingly to unpredicted situations by making a map of the universe), associativity comes as a necessity. Without it, we could not map the huge universe in our little skulls, we would not be able to find the formulas that combined give us an approximation of the universe’s movement in time.
“Agreez” cu parerea Xaidei :). Legat de filmuletzul pus de Adi, zice tipu o chestie f tare “because men don’t care”. Totul tine de motivatie, dorinte/aspiratii bla bla etc
even now i can’t grasp that “i don’t care” from men. they so often act so dumb beacause of it…
PS. men’s answer to this critique may actually be “we don’t care” LOL
anyway, for those of you out there who are scared to write or show a love letter, remember that many people around the world, even guys, participated in such experiments which yielded a lot of nice graphs of what we think of and feel while we write a love letter.
the letter may well be fictional and may contain passages that are replaced with “……”, so people won’t be able to incriminate you (that is, if you consider love a crime and not just a regular feeling like hate, fear, lust, sympathy, anger etc)
They’re either acting dumb, or “they don’t care”, make up your mind. Cause if they truly don’t care, nothing is dumb, and if they care, the behaviour must certainly be explainable by some other cause then plain old stupidity. It kind of reminds me of the “woman as a pet” issue you were having, though there the real problem was more obvious, I think.
Anyway, about the invitation, I’m guessing most people like to keep their private lives private, without it having anything to do with the fear of beeing indiscreet or ridiculed (or fear in general).
acting insecure? didn’t mean to start a war there… did you?
i guess everyone has a definition for “dumb”. Mine is pretty complex and you might not understand it now, especially because you’re in your “attack mode” and “feeling superior mode”.
the “woman as a pet” issue is not what I’m having, it’s what the WHOLE ******* SOCIETY is having. Notice the DIFFERENCE. Fortunately, I don’t care anymore…. or… maybe I overcome it
be glad 4 me, won’t you?
define “private”. cause (stone age) men don’t really bother not to disclose any information about their girls, their relationships and so forth. It makes them feel superior =)) That I call dumb.
they do bother though, to hide their own feelings, because they don’t want to feel vulnerable and it’s easier to win a game of chess by cheating, by not letting their opponent see the true positions of the chess pieces on the game card. But as you said, it’s just a little guess. Mine’s that not many write love letters or even bother to write about any feelings. And mine is that you’ve suddenly decided it’s about time to throw your frustrations on me, we all know what they’re about, don’t we? Now if you want to call this little “war” quits, let me know, I’ll understand it was a burst of anger and frustrations and erase both comments, yours and mine. And I’ll do that because you’re my friend, or so I try to believe…
PS: for all the non-”stone age” men out there, I’m sorry, I know you’re above all that and I know you understand me.