Feb 192014
 

make-them-cry


image, Marc Maron (2012) courtesy of Comedy Killers Vancouver.

  4 Responses to “I can’t tell if somebody loves me”

  1. I can’t tell if somebody loves me either, so sometimes I just pretend. It’s more fun than asking directly and hearing all that laughter.

    • I can’t tell if somebody loves me either, so sometimes I just pretend.

      Ha! I’ve done the same, both ways of course. If they have no idea who I am, I pretend they love me. If they love me, I pretend they don’t. That’s totally healthy, right? :)

  2. “[Love]…no word has been more prostituted” RD Laing.

    I don’t approve of his use of the word ‘prostituted’ in the way that he does, but it’s right to draw attention to the linguistic sloppiness with which we use a word that actually covers a number of subtly differing but overlapping concepts.

    The Greeks, with customary wisdom, distinguished at least five types of ‘love’ and had different words for each.

    • The Greeks, with customary wisdom, distinguished at least five types of ‘love’ and had different words for each.

      I’ve always been a fan of the dearly departed wise Greek men, though not so much for their thoughts on love, but for techne, kairos, and decorum. :)

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