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It's funny how amusing a remote control can be when the movie finishes and silence starts.

I just watched 'Vicky Cristina Barcelona', a new movie directed by Woody Allen. It was fun specially in its approach in trying to define life and love. Just like the label said it was "Woody Allen's funny and open-minded celebration of love in all its configurations."
Which brings me to this question: Can love be celebrated provided that one keeps an open mind? After all,what society has defined as love for us may not be love at all...

Have you ever done something so stupid and careless that even remembering that you have done it hurts? It has happened for me. Not very often fortunately and usually in trivial matters. But I have made some really odd mistakes a couple of times. I don't think I can call them mistakes though. I consider myself an analytical person. Whenever I want to make a decision or take action about a serious matter I give every detail a good thought, consider the consequences and plot a strategy. Sometimes however, I completely neglect all the calculations and decide to do only what makes me feel good. This is the worst part. Knowing that you are doing something stupid and irresponsible and still doing it. I guess I let my desires get the better of me sometimes specially when it's about relationships or spending money. The problem is the magic of this childish pleasure goes away very soon and I'm left in a mess that I knew would happen from the beginning. Then I'll have to disengage and pull out and never think about it again. Because sometimes even thinking about the mindless things you have done brings a feeling of shame. Note that it's not regret or sadness. It's just only shame from being so stupid and naive. When I imagine myself doing childish things I just feel awkward. That's when I sing to myself loudly to make the thoughts go away!

Love is ...

Like life. It eventually ends at some point. Usually in pain.

P.S: Smart's quote from Russel on my last post was inspiring.

Love is...

Like pubic hair. It is natural but letting it grow brings you embarrassment! Except in the 60s when it was fashionable!

Love is....

Like supernatural beliefs. It's not true but makes a fool's life less miserable.

Every decent writer has at some point mused about love and its meaning. So in my quest to become a decent writer I have decided to start a series of short definitions for love as they come into my mind. So here we go, in the true fashion of childhood bubble gum inserts: 

Love is....

like alcohol. It should be enjoyed responsibly and only for leisure. Those who get hooked will end up screwed.