<p>yeah but the blame game starts up and all that love mess drops to the wind. sometimes people go about finding an answer to their hurt the wrong way.</p>
<p>But if your grounded in reality, you can’t take on any obstacle.</p>
<p>Donny, I think you’re underestimating maternal love for children. Once a woman has a baby, her center of gravity shifts. It’s not her life or her spouse’s life that matters anymore, it’s the wrinkly crying thing.</p>
<p>blame game doesn’t start if you are in true love. (:</p>
<p>Damn you 60 seconds between posts!!!</p>
<p>And if you have lofty, unrealistic, romantic ideals about love, you aren’t exactly prepared to take on any obstacle either. That kind of “love” is easily broken down in the face of conflicts.</p>
<p>yea it is annoying. admit it donny you want someone to marry and have a wedding and all that mess with.</p>
<p>And what, the man(me) looks at the wrinkly thing with utter contempt until it goes to college?</p>
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<p>that last breath may not be so pleasant… lol. i turn 17 today btw, if anyone cares</p>
<p>can we not call babies “wrinkly things” i keep thinking of geriatric members. : (
nope you love it but you didnt carry it for 9 months and puke because of it, and feed it from Your breasts. you dont wreak your va jay-jay for the baby.</p>
<p>Unrealistic? Reality is whatever you believe, and love is a big belief,wink.</p>
<p>You’re all teenagers! Don’t you guys want to be idealistic? I am a Ron Paul supporter.</p>
<p>No, it’s just that there is a huge genetic reason for maternal-baby bonding. I mean, she’s carried the thing inside of her for 9 months. Talk about your psychological effects too. Biology tells her that the most important thing in the universe is to protect her baby. This she does. Yes, she loves her husband. But the baby comes first.</p>
<p>Donny, of course I believe in love. I seriously doubt that I’ll get a pre-nup. We’re just ganging up on you for fun.</p>
<p>Birthday boy! Were the twenty minutes you left for you eating cake or something?</p>
<p>lol that died somewhere along in the harsh reality lmao.</p>
<p>HAPPY BIRTHDAY D-YU!!! its a new day in my timezone. dunno bout yours.
which reminds me, my school doesnt allow balloons anymore.</p>
<p>Be idealistic and have my world come crashing down around me when I discover that real life and “love” are not all they’re cracked up to be? No thanks! I’ll be the pessimist. And frigid.</p>
<p>Maybe love and genetics, i.e. maternal love, are incompatible…</p>
<p>Natalem diem felicem tibi!</p>
<p>He needs a nickname.</p>
<p>And so do I still, unless you guys just want to stick with Earil…</p>
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It’s your birthday, D-Yu? Sweet. Did you get a car? Is it shiny? Is it red? Does it smell nice? That’s all I know about cars…</p>
<p>So people can only love each other until they have a baby?</p>
<p>Or is love the tragic genetic mutation that defies genetics and sets us apart from animals?</p>
<p>i dont think that’s it after a while you just adjust to loving one more. it’s all intertwined, like you made a living thing with the person you claim you love dearly. it should be the couple’s special little being.</p>
<p>Never will I lose my idealism!</p>
<p>By the way, I just read the legend of Don Juan, i had no idea that the name is synonymous with “womanizer” or that I’ll eventually eat dinner in hell with the father of a girl I rape. Look it6 up on wikipedia if you don’t know the story like me.</p>