This past week I visted the site of one of my blog bretheren DJ Black Adam.Â It was there that I started to ponder this thing called love.Â After a few days of searching my quirky soulÂ I do believe that I discovered what love means to me.Â I developed criteria forÂ measuringÂ and quantifying love.Â Â The theory isÂ based on my being a dad, and the unconditional loveÂ of a parentÂ for aÂ child, nevertheless it’s transferrable to all relationships. Â Needless to say I am a genius.Â Here is whatÂ I determined love (between humans) is:
- When you can hold another person’s poop in the palm of your left hand, then wipe their buttÂ with your right,Â without any hopes of salary.Â (This applies to babies/kids and sick adults.)
- When you can hold another person in your arms and allow them to cough, sneeze, bleed, or throw up on you withoutÂ caringÂ about contracting something.
- When you truly want to see a person do well and be happy without even the slightestÂ hint of jealousy or envy.Â (This is a hard one because many juealousÂ folk have no clue that they are jealous folk.)
- When you would do anything to see a person not suffer mentally or physically, fail, endure hardship, including give your own life.
- When in conversation you find yourself actually listening to a person with a deep sincere interest because you care about what they have to say, rather than thinking about all the witty things you want to say.
Now, think about all the people that you’d do all of the above for.Â Those are the people that you love so much that that you oftenÂ find yourself stressing about their well being; you think about their happiness more than your own.Â You are not a martyr when it comes to these people, you just love them.Â Some people may interject that this love is unhealthy, and they may be right.Â Then think about the people that you’d doÂ four out of five of the things for, three out of five, and so on.Â That’s when you find your varying degreess of love.Â The first tier, generally speaking,Â is reserved for your kids, your spouse, and maybe your parents.Â The second tier for your closest friends and relatives.Â And so on and so forth.
The next time you’re hanging with the homies or laughing with your cousins at a family gathering, think about the people in the room, and HONESTLY ask yourself “whose ass would I wipe?”Â The answer to that question will probably astound you.
Love, peace, and Charmin.
I guess under dire circumstances (babies, bedridden) I would wipe many asses. However, if you talking about just your everyday run of the mill “Hey, I’m going to the bathroom, could you help me out!” the number drops to maybe zero.
I think more of an issue is telling the difference between love and sex. This is something people I feel often times mix up!
Now THAT’S *my* kinda definition of love.
Love can be pretty and flowery or it can be downright dirty.
Talk of Love, the unconditional love rather,i personally came to realise this true strange feeling when i first got my first child, her name is Loubna and she is a wonderful daughter so as to say. Before that, I used to have no time with children and i couldn’t imagine myself doing what Iam presently doing to her, funny things you may call, but they are really important to me.