Love is a Drug

Love is a drug

Those that have loved know this addiction well. This is why we continue to seek love or wait for it patiently? Elizabeth Gilbert said it best, "I was suffering the easily foreseeable consequences. Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story. It all begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heavy, hallucinogenic dose of something you never dared to admit you wanted-an emotional speedball, perhaps, of thunderous love and roiling excitement. Soon you start craving that intense attention, with a hungry obsession of any junkie. When the drug is witheld, you promptly turn sick, crazy, and depleted (not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but now refuses to pony up the good stuff anymore-- despite the fact that you know he has it hidden somewhere, goddamn it, because he used to give it to you for free). Next stage finds you skinny and shaking in a corner, certain only that you would sell your soul or rob your neighbors just to have 'that thing' even one more time. Meanwhile, the object of your adoration has now become repulsed by you. He looks at you like you're someone he's never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. The irony is,you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You're a pathetic mess,unrecognizable even to your own eyes. So that's it. You have now reached infatuation's final destination-- the complete and merciless devaluation of self."

So there you have it. Love is an addiction. We are in love with the idea of being in love. Plain and simple we want to be a part of what others already have. But is all that real? Could they secretly be wishing to be single? I sure hope not because they aren't missing much. But the idea of falling in love or being in love draws us to take a risk. We don't weigh the pros and cons we just go with it and then when it fails... Your stuck replaying where you misinterpreted certain details. So why do we do this to ourselves? Torture ourselves with the idea that such a thing exists? Love is an addiction and I've learned that certain questions don't have answers and we can debate this topic all day. Here is what I have learned: regardless of the outcome these are experiences meant to shape us. We shouldn't rely on anyone to make our life better, we should be complete already. Love should be a bonus to your already happy life. You make yourself happy. You don't want to end up like that desperate rehab addict who can't kick the habit of love and now needs a fix where ever you can find it. I'm not saying it's easy trust me I'm still kicking the habit and pull myself together but all you can do is look at the bigger picture and take it day by day. I focus on me and everyday gets a little easier and before you know it you will look back and say, "wow, what was I thinking?" Be the positive in your life. Everything else will eventually fall into place. Remember you're not alone. :)