I was reading a newspaper and decided to see what's up on WF, and this is what I get...
Whatever, back to the pool...
j/k
Whatever, back to the pool...
j/k
"Love" is based on physical appearance
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Show is pretty fucking hilarious, IMO. Sad, but hilarious. The documentary that spawned the show was a pretty big mindfuck.
A lot of people here (including me) often make the Appeal to nature logical fallacy. (c.f. just because something is "natural" doesn't make it right) Spreading your seeds in a million vaginas might seem like the most natural thing to do based on how we are hardwired, but is it the right thing?
I believe in love, marriage, etc.
Is it the right thing to do? Biologically, yes. Socially, no (though there are plenty of societies that are not monogamous).
And to the person who can spread his seed in a million vaginas, mozel tov.
This is only true if we assume we have all possible knowledge.
I don't believe that is the case.
We have lots of very solid evidence that points to this being true and no evidence that doesn't.
The absence of proof is not proof.
Just consider my point for a second.
500 years ago, people thought there was a soul. They believed all the evidence pointed to it.
That was the height of knowledge at the time.
What I am suggesting, is that perhaps we are not at the end of history, and that we will discover a lot more about physics, energy, planes of existence/dimensions, and even concepts we can't imagine yet.
You're right, the brain is chemically driven. But I come from a manufacturing background, and in manufacturing (unlike the digital realm, which doesn't tolerate deviation) repeatability is key to proving a process.
I'd love to see some studies where the exact same amount of hormone is released and the exact same response is generated each time.
I don't think it's possible, because you'd need to be able to control all environmental and temporal conditions, which is beyond our ability to do so.
Which leads me, at least at this time, to conclude that whether we have a soul or not is somewhat irrelevant, because we behave as we do in response to the complexity of our environment which is beyond our capacity to model.
Also, this is either my best or worst post of the month.
The conclusion is not therefore "love is all about physical appearance".
The conclusion is "given gaps in information and a vivid imagination, people will fill in unknown quantities with their own fantasies, thereby creating an image in their mind that rivals that of their dream partner".
It's all about selectively withholding information. Advertising does this all the time when they choose to selectively conceal pricing in their marketing material.
You see, in the animal kingdom, that reaction is enough to justify fucking a female. (which probably makes it the most "natural" response)
In our world however, even if blood is rushing down your dick like the Niagara falls, several things need to be addressed before justifying a fuck:
- Am I single?
- Is she single?
- Is she also into me?
- Do we both want a relationship or just a ONS?
- Will this hurt anyone?
etc... (even if alcohol sometimes makes us bypass all these steps)
OP, I agree with you when you say that you can consciously suppress or exaggerate (vice outright disregarding) certain chemical hormones such as serotonin, dopamine or oxytocin. But don't be so foolish to think that you have the ability to ward off an ill chemical reaction or hormone imbalance. I witnessed my sister in law overtaken by meningitis only a year ago. The will of an ox won't stop that nasty fucker. Your cognition is only as strong as the sum of its parts.
Our entire range of emotions are chemical reactions firing off in our brains. It's how we interpret the world around us. I enjoy life and the full swing of shit it brings with it. "Love" is such a silly oversimplification of my favorite interactions with others.
OP, you've never truly lost someone that had you firing on all cylinders. And I don't just mean "lost" in the way a woman leaves a man. I mean "lost" in the way a violent car wreck takes a person out of your life. You'll come to appreciate life quite a bit more when you find something you truly enjoy about it and have it taken from you at the decision of no one else but Mr. Bad Fucking Luck.
Have you ever experienced a deep, dark place in your life? You'll never truly know loneliness until the complexity of a traumatic situation is so far beyond comprehension that no one can possibly relate to the significance the impact had on your life. And then you'll find a friend who tries to understand. For that, you will begin to trust them.
You'll share moments of life with them. One day, they'll also stumble into a dark place, and you'll realize it's your turn to return the favor. And suddenly, the both of you share the same dark places, experiences that would require entirely too much effort to explain to new people. And if you're really lucky, your friend will be a capable and mentally sound individual. And the idea of experiencing life together might just cross your mind because you "love" her for her loyalty and trust her with your flaws. You have a family together, and your mind goes into nuclear meltdown when you hold your newborn for the very first time. When you reflect on it, you realize your life is richer for it. And then you logon to WickedFire and hear some young person talking about "love" in a way that only demonstrates his lack of understanding and experience in his life. So you throw a few words of wisdom out there. Hopefully he'll play catch.
"Energy is neither created nor destroyed."
My definition of the soul is simply the ball of energy that powers us. I'd love to believe in Duncan MacDougall's study that determined the human body weighs 21 grams less upon death, but it's a bit too discredited.
Love is synonymous to 'need' and no one loves someone they don't need.
I've never been able to prove this statement wrong and I've come across it a long while back.
Maybe this is the beauty of it all, love is an open admission of our individual vulnerabilities.
I've never been able to prove this statement wrong and I've come across it a long while back.
Maybe this is the beauty of it all, love is an open admission of our individual vulnerabilities.