It's a Myth... We Can't Love Everyone

There is a new trend among people today: "loving everyone". It stemmed from a genuine, good place, but without understanding human limitations it turned sour, a must, an obsession, a burden. People go above and beyond in forcing themselves to achieve this impossible feat. Some have been brainwashed into following the trend and believing that it's doable. It's not. (Unless they've reached enlightenment, which, judging by their confused behavior, they haven't.)

But why would anyone want to love everyone? Everyone means sick people like Charles Manson as well. I don't think he "deserves" love like the trend suggests he does. 

The trend suggests a lot of things and all of it in a very indirect, hidden and passive aggressive manner.

It suggests that we are perfect. One might miss this subtle trend within a trend, but demanding us to overcome regular human emotions such as jealousy, envy, grief, anger - all in the name of loving everyone - does mean expecting us to be superhuman. This trend also advocates that anger, grief, sorrow, jealousy are emotions below us superhumans and need to be overcome and eradicated, like a decease. (But on this some other time.)

What I wanted to say is that we don't have to love everyone, we can't love everyone and a lot of people are mean and don't deserve being loved. Some of you may point out the Buddhist way of looking at life and tell me I'm wrong, that we must love everyone in order to become better us. I don't deny I could be wrong for those who truly strive for enlightenment, who meditate and actively practice the "Buddhist" loving. Those who dedicate their lives to achieving the "all loving", who have reached a level of calm and balance within themselves before tackling the hardest thing of all, being gods. 

But people with everyday stress, rejection, work, chores, ups, downs, traffic, money, busy minds, dealing with others and their equally busy minds can't expect themselves to achieve the zen. And without zen one can't overcome jealousy and love the person who stole his wife, or who rejected his dream project, who told him lies, who hurt him, or killed someone he loved. It's almost impossible to love someone who means the mean things he says, who revels in feeling superior, belittling others to feel higher himself.

We must not blame ourselves for not loving everyone. It's better to accept early on that humans have human emotions and limitation and unless those have been overcome, we cannot and should not love everyone and that's how it is.

Go ahead, look up

When was the last time you looked UP? 

I have been noticing more and more that people don't look up higher than their eye level. But existence below eye level makes people petty, small, shallow, and forces them to forget the scale of it all.  

Some of them look at me as if I'm crazy when I look at the clouds, or the birds flying (around 6 p.m., hundreds of crows make huge rounds above Yerevan; it's bewitching), or the mountains, or the new Moon... I'm used to those stares, they don't bother me in the least. But it boggles my mind why anyone would limit themselves to just one plane or level of existence.

According to a scientific research, knowing and, most importantly, picturing where you are geographically - not only North, East, West, South, but also the relationship of one's location to others (say: west of Black Sea, north of Turkey, south of Russia, in the middle of the country, 600 meter above ocean, as well as the relationship of our planet to other bodies in the Universe) - makes a person calmer, more balanced, less irritable, better at communications, better at navigating through life, and rids one of the feeling of being lost. 

But even if that isn't true and even if our geographic location doesn't matter for our health, I still say go ahead and look up. Lift your face from the stresses and grime of everyday life, put everything in a different perspective. See what's up there. Let it make you feel lighter.
Look up.

Channel your moods into your passion

All writers periodically suffer from writer's block, plus all of our muses are a bit fickle, only making the path we chose so much more arduous. But along with being inspired, imaginative, having good language, vocabulary and skill we also have to have the writing muscle developed, trained, practiced and exercised. "Everyday", as we are told by more productive writers.

To be frank, I have relied on my muse more than I would like to admit, making excuses of why I can't write, of what's keeping me from telling the stories that I dream about every night, and which have been brewing in my head for years.

Last year through one of those productive writers' blogs I heard about NaNoWriMo (National November Writing Month) http://www.nanowrimo.org/, which is a virtual writers camp. You sign up with them, and during the month of November write 50,000 words of the first draft of your novel ("draft" being the operative word). This year they asked each participant to share information about them, hence this blog. Thanks for that, NaNoWriMo, you gave me something to think and write about.

Last year I didn't last for more than 16,000 words. (I had an excuse. Yup, one of those again.) But seeing how many people are successful with this program and are published writers now... Yeah, that gives you a good kick on your behind and says "if this is what you really want to be then stop wasting your precious time and be it".

I'm not the first or only one to drop out from this program. There are many things that stand between us and our dreams: work, people, being tired, society telling us "why bother?", not being in the mood...

But I decided to start channeling my moods and anger into writing. Good luck.

The Foundation of the Little Blue Planet

Today I realized something, which many people may have realized a long time ago. But that's life - you learn things according to your readiness and general circumstance.

The reason Earth is still standing (or rotating) is people who are honest, fair, open, clear, straight forward, who take pride in what they do, take responsibility for their work and their own mistakes, who know how to communicate with one another and whose souls always smile. Unfortunately, it is a disappearing breed. Our world is filled with the exact opposite type of creatures, and, regrettably, they are running it (and look what they've done to it). 

Fortunately, we are the foundation of society. If not for us - these mongrels would have eaten each other alive and blown up this rock a loooong time ago. We are the reason why businesses still run, the buildings don't crumble, why these losers haven't massacred everything in their wake yet... While they are the reason why laws get more and more complicated, why trust is no longer in the cards and why the whole planet is warring. 

For us, this is a difficult society to live in. We are not well equipped for survival in the community they've created. Them and us - we speak in different languages. Our values are absolutely foreign to them. Explaining anything to these half-humans is like telling a carnivorous flower that butterflies it's eating also want to live. It's like reasoning with a violent truck coming at you. It's like fighting with a chainsaw.

We are what prevents these brutes from total destruction. Somehow we are able to tie and restrain this mass of filth. It's an arduous task, but I am glad we are.

"Мир строится на таких как Я."

edit: (according to Zophorian, who left a comment below, honor is primary and should be the origin of honesty, and I completely and totally agree. Honor.)

Duality-shmuality

“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so" - William Shakespeare

Not many people know this fact, but there are no such things as black or white colors in our world. By true scientific definitions: black is the absence of color; white is the blending of all colors. While we, humans, consider them to be colors, they do not exist in nature.

Of course if we go a little deeper, then we'd see that nothing is as we perceive it. But it's not as if our perception is wrong either.

Take a pen and turn it so that you can only see its tip - that would be how most people perceive life, universe, existence. As we turn the pen sideways, we see how much we aren't taking into consideration, how much we are missing.

But I went a little off track here.

There is no 'this' or 'that'. It's not like the 'black' and 'white' we perceive, but like 'white' - all encompassing, or like 'black' - non-existent.

 

As I see it, this duality we seem to have adopted thousands of years ago and are still practicing, is the primordial sin spiritual teachings talk about. (I view the Bible as a book of metaphors and not true stories.) The apple of knowledge Adam and Eve consumed, thus getting banished from Eden... Knowledge of WHAT? This has baffled me for years. Knowledge of WHAT?

And then I realized: dualism. Creating these polarities. Taking a whole and splitting it. Separating that which cannot, may not and shall not be separate. And for that they were "banished" from Eden to a world of humans' own devising - the dual one. Unless we learn to perceive the world as a whole - we will not return to Eden.

Maureen Murdock says: "We live in a dualist culture which values, creates and sustains polarities - an either/or mentality which locates ideas and people on opposite ends of a spectrum. [...] We separate spirit from matter, mind from body, science from art, good from evil, life from death, women from men, fat from thin, young from old..."

But when does young end and old begin?

We cannot separate our physical body from spirit, because they are one. Is it bad? No. Is it good? No. It just is.

Dear mom and dad

I guess, it's one of the most ancient stories: parents vs. children.

I've thought about this for a long time and came to a conclusion that a good connections between the two parties is possible (I've seen it happen); all they need is - no, not only love, mere love isn't enough, I'm afraid - communication, understanding and respect & trust.

Most of the families have the love part of the equation down. Then on the list is communication, then we have understanding with lesser percentage, and the last comes respect, which in many families is almost lacking. 

Everyone knows the definition of the word 'respect', undoubtedly, but so many don't fully comprehend what it entails to have respect, especially when it concerns their children.

While we're small we need our folks to tells us what's good and bad, to help us differentiate right from wrong, to tell us that fire burns, to forbid us hanging out with dangerous crowds, to show & teach us how the world operates. As we grow older this sort of parenting needs to be slowly replaced with support, understanding, acceptance, trust and respect. Of course, I don't think there is a specific date or age for this: it's gradual and individual.

I know the scariest part of parenting is realizing that your children no longer need you. But this isn't true, we always need them, just not in the same way, not for the same things. True - we don't need them to tell us fire burns, but we want their support, when we do decide to stick our hand in that fire. There is always a need for them to give us advice and to think and care about us, but we no longer need them to choose and think for us.

Parents forget that when they were the age of their grown children - they already had families and kids. They considered themselves adults, which according to Merriam-Webster dictionary means fully developed and mature. So how does it happen that they were "fully mature" at our age, yet we're not? Why do they think we are incapable of making our own decisions, our own choices? Why do they think they know what's good for us? Why don't they trust us to choose the right path for ourselves? After all, this is our life not theirs; it's us who'd have to live with those choices for the rest of our lives. 
Well, it's many things, really: a little fear of being unneeded, a habit, maybe control issues, but mostly I think it's because they expected us to be someone else. Someone who would, with their help, fulfill the perfect life they pictured for themselves. 
But this is not how things are meant to work.

I've heard the same story many a times: "I wanted to be a 'blank', but my parents wouldn't approve, so I had to sneak around doing what I loved, now I'm successful at the 'blank'." And if not successful, then content.

Yes - we all make mistakes, yes - they've had more experience then us, however that doesn't mean they know how life would turn out in our case. They can't know what future holds. 

By not understanding our choices, by not trusting us that they are right for us, our parents undermine their own parenting job. By not trusting us, they in turn don't trust themselves. After all, the fact that we aren't drug addicts or serial killers, started with them.

Of course, I don't think they behave like this out of malice, and many people would tell me that it's all because they love us... To which I'd reply - Duh! Of course they love us. Why else do we forgive them? If someone other said the things we hear from our folks - we'd wage war on them.

They love us, that's why we care what they say. We love them, that's why it matters how they view us. Just a little more understanding, a pinch of respect, a spoonful of trust and then we can eat it. 

The new me is the old me is the same me

Like cotton-candy: our lives come back to the same place we started, except, it's one layer over every time. 

If you've ever kept a diary, go back to it, and see that the way you thought, the way you dealt with things then (be it problems or happy moments) is almost exactly the same as is now. You get bothered the same way, you get excited the same way, our feelings are the same; if we were emotional - we still are, if we were introverted - we still are, if we were funny - we still are, if we liked nature - we still do, party animals – are still party animals... 

Sometimes, we reach an understanding in our 20's, and all of the sudden remember that we had the same understanding when we were 13, but from a different point of view; now it's a little deeper, a little more defined. And it has a different effect on us. I don't doubt that the same understandings creep their way in at various times throughout our lives, bearing newer meaning each time. 

Yes, we do grow, we do change parts of us, we do learn a lot, but the core, the hardware is the same. 

How many of us have said "that's it, from now on I'm changing this or that, I'm going to be different; no more..." followed by whatever it is we dislike about our lives? And then what happens? Habits go away, likes and dislikes switch places, some people in our lives disappear, new ones move in, we change our lifestyles, clothes, bodies, faces, hairstyles, work, family, sex, name... We might now like the detective stories we despised previously, we might move to a country which we hated before, we might start loving something unexpected…

That’s all external stuff that can and does change (if you are alive, that is). But the way we express love or friendship, the way we show our fear, the way we laugh, the way we convey any and all our feelings, the way we crinkle our nose when we smell a flower – that stays the same.  

There is a great Armenian saying which goes "կարմիր կովը կաշին չի փոխի" - "the red cow can't change its skin". For my non-Armenian speaking readers - it means: no matter how much you try you cannot change the color of your skin, which in essence means that being anything but oneself is simply impossible. 

Be specific or don't say anything

As I have established in one of my previous blogs - I like languages: I like to speak pretty and I like to "hear" pretty. Yet, when it comes to communicating a thought, beauty relinquishes its first place to being specific. Some forget just how important it is to be precise. I mean, why else do we have synonyms and ever-expanding vocabulary if we're not going to use them to better express ourselves?

Quite a number of people don't realize the impact words make on others or don’t pay attention to whether the correct word or verb was used to convey that particular thought or feeling. And so, the sentences are often incomplete, inaccurate, generalized; words are substituted for their more primitive “brothers”, while the content is lost… no, rather, drowned on the way. Not only does it make the speaker sound like an imbecile, but his/her words need deciphering, interpretation (which never leads to anything good), and in most cases what is said becomes simply hurtful.

*Side note: being coy while expressing a feeling is never the way to go.

*Second side note: never say “never”… or “always”.

When we say “I’m angry”, do we really mean “angry”, or could we mean “annoyed”, “frustrated”, “nervous”? When we say “you’re weird”, could we mean “different”, “unlike others”, “opposite of me”? Could “you’re weak” really mean “you’re too calm for my liking”?

I don’t say that we need to weigh every word we utter to make sure it doesn’t hurt others, because that would drive us “insane"; and I do mean "crazy", "cuckoo", "mad", "disturbed". However, if a thought, a feeling, a state of being or an idea is to be communicated to another being it has to be as accurate as possible within the confines of a language. Otherwise…

How many of us have heard the phrase “you don’t understand me”? Well… did you explain yourself fully? Maybe, the more accurate phrase is “was I able to make myself understood?”

To judge or not to judge

Here is the definition of the word "judge" as described by Merriam-Webster dictionary:

*A judge - one who gives an authoritative opinion

*To judge - to form an opinion about through careful weighing of evidence and testing of premises

I purposefully highlighted the aforementioned details, because I've been noticing a growing tendency of ruling without having those qualifications or knowing all the facts before the judgment is passed. (I trust my reader understands that I'm not talking about having an opinion.)

And so I asked myself:

Firstly, if one isn't a "judge" by profession, then why is there a need to judge others at all? If their behavior doesn't have any impact on our lives, then why do we care how people construct theirs? How does that make our lives any better? Is it the need to prove that we are better? smarter? more "evolved"? Or is it that we want to improve the world we live in? In the latter's case: how do we know that the world pictured in our head is nicer, anyway?

Most of the time, people like the way they dress, what they read, whom they love, how they conduct their lives. Recently, at a party, I saw a girl who was dressed, in my opinion, quite ugly. But I’m positive that she wouldn't have worn it if she thought she didn't look her best. Who is to say that the person whose dress we condemned to death - isn't giving the same order to ours?

Secondly, we’ve all been on both sides of judgment. And I’m sure no one likes to be on the other side. No one likes to be talked badly about. Then why do it to others? One – it doesn’t show us in a good light, two - anything we do comes back to us like a boomerang. Plus, there is always a reason why people do one thing or another, it might not be to our liking, but it’s there. We can’t know why one listens to this piece of music or drives that “horrible” car. It could be anything… Maybe, that song reminds them of a passed love, or they don’t have the means to afford a new car… Or maybe THEY SIMPLY LIKE IT.

I always say “if you’re not hurting yourself and/or others – do whatever you like, what do I care?”

Why do we read?

Have you noticed that most people who read are somehow more connected with their surroundings, than those who don't? I am not referring to people who gobble up information as if they were Emile from Ratatouille (you know... the brother?), without knowledge or sincere appreciation for what it is they are reading; like big grinders.

And I'm not talking about the ones who abuse received information to gain power and then abuse the latter in turn.

No. I'm talking about the other readers. The people who gain seemingly unnecessary knowledge from books. People who cannot not read, but wouldn't be able to tell you why it is they read in the first place .

I had asked myself that question for years - "Why do I read? What's the point?" This was a puzzle I failed to solve. But what are friends for if not for this kinda thing, huh?

And so, I asked the one person, who I knew would give me an answer I liked (I never like answers I don't like), my friend S.P. His reply came promptly: "Perspective", he said. "We see the situation from a different perspective". And like an avalanche, triggered by his answer, the sub-answers to all my sub-questions tumbled onto me. "Perspective".

The characters in the books are not us. They seldom do what we would have done in their situation. They don't see the intricacies we do, yet see others hidden from us. The writers show different shadows to us, the character's point of view. There are adventurers and lovers, villains and regular folk, mothers, superheros, toys, animals, inanimate objects... There is no list to list all the creatures the reader gets to connect with and sympathize with through the books.

And then life happens. And you notice that you no longer evaluate people as you might have done before. Things don't seem as obscure or as puzzling as they did before. Connection level changes. Lots of things come into focus.

And then there was one last question. "Why is it so important to change my perspective, to heighten the connection level?"

"Ummm... It feels good", I answered.

Memory

Some of my friends have been worrying for years that their memory is slipping. Especially women with children - they aren’t able to remember the simplest things, like bringing cookies to school, even though they made the promise only yesterday.

My friends can attest to the fact that I myself can't remember events, conversations, even people. I had to meet some of my friends more than once, because I couldn’t remember meeting them the first time around. Now I simply let people know when I meet them: 'I’m sorry, but I might need to meet you again. I have bad face memory.'

While I'm not happy about this, I don’t worry about it at all. Contrary to my friends, I don't think this has anything to do with age. Besides, I think I have very good memory.

First of all: I believe remembering things is a talent. And like any talent there are different qualities to it, degrees, sizes, colors, shades. I know someone who is able to glance at a person for a second, then describe them in nauseating detail. But they might not be able to remember what that movie was called that they loved so much.

My memory talent lies elsewhere. In 6th grade two people exchanged phone numbers in my presence. I needed one of the numbers 4 years later. Need I say more?

I can quote books and movies, while I can’t remember the actors’ names.

Second: I believe our memory is similar to a hard drive. With years that hard drive gets full. Some of the older data is stored deeper in our brains, whilst new data gets bounced off as “unable to save, not enough space on disk”. Even more so for mothers: they have to remember their childrens’s “stuff” as well as their own.

If your hard drive is full, nothing new will get saved on it.

Third: When we try not to forget something – we keep reminding ourselves about it over and over lest we forget it, thus using our RAM & overloading our hard drive: 'don’t-forget-not-to-forget-to-not-forget-to-forget-not…' leaving very little "juice" for anything else.

As I said, “not remembering” doesn’t bother me. I put reminders on my phone – it alerts me when the tasks are due. I make “to do” lists for everything - that buys me a lot of time, and... hey, I meet same people again and again.

That's pretty exciting.

Friend - Love

To me language is very important. And sometimes the language, the vocabulary just isn't enough. I have two examples.

Acquaintance vs. Friend

Like vs. Love

1. We all have people in our lives, who are more than an acquaintance, but less than a friend. What do we call them? Friends? No. Acquaintances? No. We need a word for that.

2. There are things I really, strongly like; I like them so much that they necessitate a word, which is more than 'like', but that isn't 'love'. To this there are more levels than one. There are things I like much more or much less than others. There are degrees of 'like'. I believe eight words in the interim of 'like' and 'love' should suffice.

I've been trying to come up with words for the aforementioned matters for years, with no avail. I am humbly asking my reader for help.

With love on Western Christmas Eve,

Anoush

Be your own best friend

Sounds easy enough, or so I thought. “Be-your-own-best-friend” is a muscle, which unfortunately very few people exercise. Most of us don't even know this muscle exists at all. I didn't, until a few years back. And I have to admit it's a difficult one to get to, and most of all it's a difficult one to put to work.

So what does "be-your-own-best-friend" mean?

It means - treat yourself as you would your best friend.

Here is one thing some of us don't realize: we treat others MUCH better than we treat ourselves. We are much more forgiving, loving and understanding, when it comes to others. But when it's about ourselves: we put ourselves on a trial, we become our judges, we are strict, unyielding, cold, mean…. And we sentence ourselves to death EVERY DAY.

Yesterday, I went out with some of my girlfriends. My friend X. (who just met the others) was acting... umm.... "peculiar". We all noticed it, of course. I asked her about her behavior, not to shame her, not to embarrass her, but to find out if she is OK. On the way home she felt bad, stupid, unwanted, strange, weird, crazy... She told me several times how embarrassed she is of the way she was acting.

I was genuinely supportive, loving, caring. I told her that it's OK, that who cares if anyone noticed it? That the other girls will not judge her; after all, how many times have we all been "different"?.

X. is not my best friend; in fact, I hadn't seen her for years. Then how come I treat her as I would my dearest person, but can’t behave that way towards myself?

I know that in her place, I would default to the same "inner-dialogue", during which my "inner-bully" would beat the s*** out of me. I, too, would be embarrassed, feel stupid, tell myself ‘I should have stayed home tonight'.

We have incredibly huge reserves of love and compassion, we are capable of loving many people and many things. And we do. It's a looong list of "things".

I do think it’s time to put our own names on that long list. Time to exercise be-your-own-best-friend muscle. Time to hold our own hand. Time to become kind, just and loving towards our own persona. Time to treat ourselves as we would a dear, close, BEST friend.

Buttons, not buttons

We all love to label one another: "She's crazy", "He's weird", "He's so stupid", "You're sick"... And we (the addressee) we believe those labels. We believe we are selfish, when our siblings say that; we believe that we are mean, we are rude, we are cheap, we are lazy, we are this, we are that. We believe it too much, and for a very long time. (This goes for "good" labels as well, but that is a much more complex matter. Those - some other time.)

Part one of my thoughts: I am a very good driver, but sometimes even I drive recklessly. Most of the time it happens when some one cuts in front of me, or tailgates me, or when I can't trust the next driver; in other words, I drive "badly" when the outside world "provokes" me to it, when my buttons are pushed. One might say "she is a horrible driver", but it's not true. It doesn't determine whether or not I'm a good driver, it is just how I REACTED. It's my reactive state.

It's the same with everything. The label that you are selfish was given to you at one moment in time, when you didn't want to do something (and you had a very strong, private reason for that), and your friend labeled you selfish.

Here is the thing: I realized that I don't HAVE to believe those labels. I can choose to see it as merely my friend's point of view, at a certain point in time, under certain circumstances. Everything is a perspective. Every label is valid for that moment only and only for the person saying it. Unless of course we choose to believe it. Which brings me to...

Part two of my thoughts: not every person deserves and/or is credible to be believed. Not every person's opinion is valid or has a basis to support it. When labeling, most of the people say things out of malice, out of fear, jealousy, envy, spite. Most of them are not qualified to "diagnose" us with 'kind' or 'unkind'. What do they know about your kindness? A week after they labeled you, they forget all about it. (Don't you forget when you label?) But you are stuck to that label and you fiercely believe it.

Relax.

They don't know what the hell they are talking about. They are lost, too; they, too, don't know what the hell is going on. They are scared and they "react". Some of the people labeling you - haven't accomplished anything. I want to say it again - A-NY-THING. Look into their credentials, make sure they know who THEY are, before telling you who you are.

Recently I was given an unkind label. Very unkind and very unjust. And without even thinking or pausing to think, I said "You are lying. That's not true". That was probably my intuition helping me out. Why would I believe someone who is unkind to me and unjust? Why would I allow someone to tell me who I am? Why would I believe that someone?

I realized, I did believe them. Before. But I don't anymore.

I know the truth.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's always about love!

No matter how much we pretend, or try to convince ourselves that we are independent and/or self reliant. No matter how much we try to run away from the truth, pretend that we are "above" it, no matter how much we have forgotten about it - we all know somewhere deep down (or for more honest people not so deep down at all) that EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS ABOUT LOVE!

Seriously, though, it is. The whole purpose of being is to love.

This life, everything we do, everything we want is always, unmistakably about love.

No man would want power if he didn't want to have people love him for his strength.

No woman would want to look pretty if there wasn't a man or men to impress.

No flower would look pretty, or smell amazing, if it wasn't to impress the onlookers, thus spreading itself around the world.

No child would strive to become better if it wasn't to make an impression on his/her parents.

No musician would create music if it wasn't to have an audience applaud him. John Sykes ones said to me that the reason he started playing a guitar was to get laid.

When we love - we evoke and pull towards us positive things. Have you ever noticed that when you're single no one wants you, but as soon as you "obtain" a partner - many, many people want you?

My friends attribute that to the fact that the world isn't fair. I attribute that to the fact that when we're in love we start exuding it into the atmosphere from every pore of our being. And people are drawn to that.

I have noticed that a lot of people treat love as a guilty pleasure or who pretend that they are above love, that they are tougher, smarter, better, more experienced in order to fall to such silly things as love. When will people stop treating it as an illness?

There is another extreme, which I also dislike: we all know the "Sex & the City" fanatics, who ONLY talk about love (in their case aka sex), and only talk about man+woman love. Those talks make me want to puke.

The thing is this: all this "rivalry" between man and woman, all this war about 'men don't put the seat down' and 'women are crazy while on their periods' is sickening and it's (drum roll, please) ALL A HUGE BIG DISGUSTING FABRICATION! Women, just put your seats down, it's not that hard. Really! And men, you try having different hormones rise and fall every second day of your life.

We LOVE each other. That's a fact! Underneath all society-injected layers of low-self-esteem-creating junk... underneath all the piles of society-taught evil doctrines - WE ALL KNOW IT:

Ladies and gentlemen, it's ALWAYS ALL ABOUT LOVE!