Is being in love the same as being drugged?
I come to feel that being in love is as addictive, destructive and hallucinogenic as drugs, and you also feel immense mania episodes like you’re on top of the world or something. I don’t understand how being in love can lead to happiness without all the destructive things that happen inside you when you see someone and it is not really him or her you see but you see this perfect hallucinogenic image of a person that he or she really is not, and then you chase the perfect image and its gone before you know it, then you are stuck on something you didn’t want to, a real relationship with responsibilities and arguing and fights. I feel like being in love is some scary trick to make us compromize ourselves. I don’t mean real love but the feeling of being in love with someone.
The love you talk about is, indeed addictive.
Another love is the absenteeism of fear, which I have yet to experience, so don’t pin me down on this hahaha.
It is quite scary when that euphoria subsides. At least when you’re on drugs you can just take more.
But, like drugs, you do often look back on the high and wonder what the fuck you were thinking haha
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