Over the last few months I’ve had several conversations about love and the various forms that love takes. Some of the conversations stemmed from negative reactions to and incorrect assumptions about my post regarding my relationship with Max, and I found myself struggling to find the right words to explain what I meant about said relationship in particular and romantic versus non-romantic relationships in general. Too often I was dealing with preconceived notions about what comprises loving, emotional, intimate relationships, but try as I might, I just couldn’t figure out how to properly express the thoughts in my head.
And then a friend sent me a link to this article. It wasn’t so much that the content was new, as I had read similar articles and essays in the past. But something about this article resonated with me, and things started to fall in place in my head. Years ago I already started to develop a concept of how I see love and relationships, and the thoughts that arose as a result of having read this article started to add nuance and vocabulary to my existing concept. Suddenly, I was starting to see how to explain myself to certain skeptical friends who just couldn’t grasp the thoughts and ideas I was poorly expressing.
Since I first saw the abovementioned article, I’ve branched out and done—and in some cases redid—a bit of research, coming across names like Robert Sternberg, John Lee, and many others who have delved into the various forms that love can take in an individual’s life. I still need to get my hands on a lot of their research and read what each one had to say, but in the mean time I’m also working on putting to paper (so to speak) my own concept of love and relationships and some other thematically connected posts.
I’ll be sure to intersperse the few related posts with posts about my sexploits, lest anyone think I’ve gone all sickeningly romantically doe-eyed or some bullshit like that.
But before all these posts come, I want to point out that one thing I like about the article linked above is that the focus seems to be that each form of love is important, that none are inherently better than the others, that it’s more about the amount of love and not really the type of love in one’s life that defines a person’s life. This idea builds upon some thoughts I expressed in an old post, and will definitely color some upcoming posts.
For now, though, it’s back to beer with Max.