“In art as in love, instinct is enough.” – Anatole France
I don’t believe in love at first sight.
I wanted to tell her that I liked her, but I apparently have a phobia about doing such things. I was terrified.
There is such a thing as “interest at first sight” thought and I recently experienced that.
But whether to love a thing or a person is a choice, even if made subconsciously. When I ask myself why do I love this person, I always get vague answers like “she’s just so nice” which isn’t much of an answer because many women have been nice to me and yet I don’t hold them above all others on my love-o-meter.
I think the decision process of love is so complicated that it has to reside in the subconscious. To deal with all the variables in the forefront of our minds would drive us crazy and lead to failure, like trying to plan every muscle movement of your golf shot on the upswing.
So love is like an instinct.
I think love is built between two people during interactions completely in the background. It’s not that “she’s so nice,” it’s how she acts when she’s being nice — the way her eyes move, the expressions on her face, the rest of her body language. But all these cues are so subtle, it’s not possible for me to point out the exact sequence of events that leads to love.
Recently I met someone. It was interest at first sight.
Then she only had to say a couple of things to me and I was very interested. And it wasn’t at all what she said, it was how she said it.
I wanted to tell her that I liked her, but I apparently have a phobia about doing such things. I was terrified. Thoughts of her kept rolling around in my head though. She doesn’t speak English very well, so I was really afraid that if I tried to talk with her about it there would be some sort of misunderstanding. Instinct took over, and I decided to make her a picture. I like to make pictures. This one was a hint. It was the Chinese symbols for “pretty woman” on a blue cloud background.
My heart was beating so fast when I was about to give it to her that I had to employ the deep breathing tips I’ve learned recently. It didn’t help. I could barely think.
It seems she understood the meaning though.
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