Define not

Is it too early in the morning to talk about love? Je ne sais pas! But i need to let the thought bubbles rise, so there!

What about it? Hmm. If i just go ahead and tell all, you may just wanna recoil from the sheer mush-factor, lol, primarily, cause it ain't yours. Perhaps you will also be a little green, actually a lot green, :-P, cause baby, it ain't yours! So i shall guise it in an objective sheath and propose to you instead.

Is love an addiction?

So croons Carla Bruni, la première dame de la France, in her newly out album quelq'un m'a dit comparing Nicolas Sarkozy (we hope) with the Columbian White. Okay, there is an image that i didn't need to have! But i digress.

I say not. One can and do get high on love. But it's not a sufficient descriptor. Sure, if what you are thinking of as love makes you a weaker person than you are, yet you can't give it up, it is an addiction. It is also most likely an infatuation. Get over it.

Is love a disease?

Ah! One can catch a disease, or be predisposed to it genetically. Indeed studies are beginning to associate addiction with a genetic predisposition. Either way, a virile disease will likely make you weaker if it doesn't kill you. Sorry, That which doesn't kill you makes you stronger does not apply here.

No, love is not a disease. You may feel blue and torn apart by love, much like being ravaged by some strong disease. But the symptom alone is not sufficient to encapsulate love.

Is love an euphoria?

This actually is linked to the first one, of course without the negative connotation. But the sheer monotony of a continuous high urges me to rather slate it as a disease.

So no.

C'est quoi puis?

Funny thing is, i don't feel a need to define it. Which is surprising given my analytical background and my omnipresent thirst for suitable definitions. So i guess i will eat my early promise and just tell you how it makes me feel. And then you can go ahead and extrapolate your definition, that is if you are not ick-ed out by the subjective proclamations to follow. :-P

Sometimes i am high, so high that i am above myself looking down at the earthly me in sheer amazement. Is that an addiction? Perhaps. But that's not all there is. Sometimes i am lost, so lost that i feel i will never be myself again. Is that the wrath of a disease? Could be. But that's not all there is. All the time i feel stronger than i ever was before. Feels like anything can be accomplished. Is that euphoria? Perhaps. But there is more.

As if someone has added a whole new dimension to my existence. I see things more clearly now. I understand. Through the fog that are the addiction, malady and elation, i am capable to see what's behind the paradox.

But i can't tell you in so many words. It is for one to experience.