What is love?

Baby don't hurt me..
Don't hurt me...
No more...


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Yeah...I'm not using that song. Don't worry.

Ohai.

Another killer day at work. There are no words to describe how much I actually hate that place. They actually took the things that I didn't like about Steak 'N Shake...the things that I was assured wouldn't happen there...and they happened. Only worse than they did at Steak 'N Shake. Also, I took this job so that I would have more free time to hang out with my friends and stuff in the afternoon. Yeah, that never happened. All that happens is I work for ten hours at a time, talk to no one during that time period, come home exhausted and go to bed. Not exactly what I was looking for in a job.

Then again, when do we ever really find what we're looking for in anything?

So this job gives me ALOT of time to myself. More than likey more that what I should be allowed. A friend and I were discussing the topic of love the other day, and what we felt it meant to ourselves. Now, I won't sit here and bore you with the troubles of my love live. I'd say no one wants to read about those, but then again I really doubt anyone reads these to begin with. (Like I said, still debating if I want to continue this or not...but I'll explain my reasons for that in another blog.) Recently, I've been just living day to day. With this new job (which I'm hopefully quiting soon) all I do is work in the morning, come home, shower, and then fall asleep on and off until it's time for bed. I apologize to anyone who has tried to get ahold of me in the past two weeks and have failed because of this. Hopefully this won't be a problem for much longer.

Or I'll be working both jobs and I just won't have a life anymore...

Living day to day has its perks, I will admit. You're main concern is yourself and not anyone else. May seem a bit selfish to think like that, but it doesn't hurt to actually be concerned about yourself ever now and then. I get out every now and then to see the people who I care about, and do some pretty awesome stuff. Though it's when I get home and I'm alone that I really start to think about things.

Recently, I finally came to a conclusion about what love is to me, and I have to say, it isn't what I would've told you what I thought it was maybe a year or two ago. I think that love, to me at least, doesn't even have to do with a relationship. It just has to do with the people in your life. Loving someone, to me, is no matter what that person may do, whatever they may say, in the end, you still care about them. You'd still do anything for that person. Uncondional caring, unconditional love...That's what runs through my head when I think about love. These feelings don't even need to be shared between what we put a label on as "Boyfriend and Girlfriend." I can say that I share these feelings with quite a few people in my life. Sadly, the number has gone down as of late, but I still can say that if a select few people decided to walk out of my life today, I would be devistated. Heartbroken. Lost. These people have a pretty good idea of who they are...I don't think I need to name names.

Though I can already imagine some people saying, "But we're talking about ROMANTIC love, Jeff. What does that mean to you, and do you have THOSE feelings for anyone right now?"

Well, arn't some people just nosey...

To answer that question.....Bet you were looking for a hidden message, wern't you? Haha. Better luck next time.

Obai.

His eyes are locked on her.
Her eyes are fixed elsewhere.
He's confident,
But he's unaware
She doesn't care.