Procrastination, entertainment, simple desire?

This entire weekend I’ve slept at 5 AM to wake up an hour or two into the afternoon. And tonight I need to finish that Stavans paper so that I can turn it in by 10 AM tomorrow, but also go to Servos’s class at 8:30, and Orgo at 10, and yea. Whee~ @.@

And that has mostly been the cause of video games and people bringing me to play late into the night. Which is fun, and also because of how divided North became this year, is one of the few contexts I really get to see some of the old Northies in now.

But tonight, tonight is the completion of the essay for Love.

But what is love, necessarily? That’s something I wondered if this class would shed light on. SO FAR IT’S A VAGUE SENSE OF LIKING SOMETHING? But we leave each day more confused and less resolute than when we arrived, because everything is so ambiguous in the same way love is.

I mean, there’s so many different facets, from friend-love to family-love to romantic-love and each of them have their own nuances and significance based on the culture they appear in.

And in writing this essay, my own thoughts on the material will clearly bias and change the presentation and interpretation upon Love. But this is honestly something that feels weird–I’ve yet to be in a relationship even though I’ve been really close with several individuals. Can I characterize my feelings as love? Yes, but the next question then is what kind? ~~~

Hmph. Of course none of this really matters in the end. Emotions like love are so individualized and unique that no two individuals really will express themselves or feel the same way, ever. So then can we really classify love at all?

In Carlos Fuentes’ short story, Aura, it’s all in the second person so it’s like YOU CARESS THIS GIRL’S THIGHS AND GET LOST IN HER GREEN EYES AND YADDA YADDA ORGASMS AND WHATNOT (although I’m of course making it English and removing all the metaphors), but perhaps I should give a few more plot details before launching my next question.
Okay, spoilers alert begins here—-
So you’re translating the French memoirs of this dead husband dude of this old lady named Consuelo and her maid servant is her niece, Aura. You fall in love with Aura and fantasize about rescuing her from her ugly sucky aunt, and then eventually she lures you to her bed for no apparent reason and you have your way with her only to wake up after the sex realizing that lady Consuelo was there the whole time watching (keep in mind she’s 109 years old). You become sad but notice how Consuelo and Aura act the exact same way, giggling and leaving the room at the same time. Still, your love makes you ask Aura to leave with you and then she’s like MEET ME IN CONSUELO’S ROOM LATER SHE’S LEAVING FOR THE DAY and then you go (after reading some more memoirs that actually describe Consuelo and include a photograph and OMG IT’S AURA HOW CAN THIS BE?!) and dressed in the same green robe is someone? So you start going down kissing (anything like going down in flames? “AAAARGHmwahmwahmwahGHHH*die”) and then BEHOLD you’re now sexing frail old lady Consuelo.
Then your face melts off and suddenly you’re not 27 anymore you’re CONSUELO’S DEAD HUSBAND! fasp

————–Spoilers end.

So then here’s my question, or rather here’s what I’m not writing about right at this moment: Is love in this story, or in general, a timeless phenomena? Does it transcend death and boundaries in order to perpetually link two people, or
Is this more sinister, in suggesting that for love to occur and exist, people must change their appearance, their being, their nature in order to be with the perfect person, or at least the one they were meant to be with?

I think it’s a little bit of both. I’ve witnessed so many arbitrary transformations just because of a relationship, insofar that people don’t act like their true self. One part of their persona becomes subdued while another appears. And while there are some really, really odd examples I can think of, I am not going to mention specifics for the sake of prudence.
At the same time, however, some bonds between couples seem to have a fortitude and rigor between them that transcends conflicts, distance, insecurity, and more.
BUT HAY WHAT IF THE TWO MIX? 8U

Hm, but I digress. This ramble doesn’t really lead anywhere in the same way trying to categorize love leaves a person more lost than they are at the start.

So let’s conclude with a random thought, also from the internet.

So I just made an emoticon that might have confused a few of you. Anyone who is familiar with 4chan might recognize it, but even so

Sometimes expressions and appearances will create new emoticons to categorize and define them. A pleasant example is :B, which is indicative of bucked teeth, but in kind of a dorky or silly way, so a sort of DUHURRRR might be implied behind it.

Well, in the various screen caps of a cartoon that has gone on for well over nine years now in the US, the familiar characters of Team Rocket were caught in their shenanigans in the following way:

Yep, Jesse was yelling at James and Meowth (and Mime Jr. there in the background) with such a frightening face.

But the brilliance of the animators inspired many an internet user to adopt such an expression of vehement force and yelling.

Thus, the emoticon that obliquely expresses such sentiments appeared:

But the way I’ve used it has often been whenever others have stated the obvious at me, or say something particularly clumsy or airheaded. I throw 8U their way with an O RLY? or BUHURRHURR riding alongside, to express just how plain their statement was.

An example? Discussing Tales of Symphonia:

Not the best example but I’m too lazy to sort through all my old convo records to find a good situation. Maybe I’ll edit later with a better one.

Well, now, I’ve done something at least somewhat beneficial with this post by introducing a somewhat obscure expression. Still, maybe someone will see it here and begin using it more :O

I return to Love, then.

Sweet dreams~