Blimp's view of Love

Assuming that you're friends are real friends who are not "bad influences", here's a thought to ponder on.

Never ditch your friends for anything. Nothing is worth that much.

I know, like, duh, everybody knows that. But something new comes along, and you get too caught up in the novelty and all the excitement, and you forget about the ones that matter most.

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Here’s the big question: Should you really “love thy neighbour” and “love thy enemies more”?

Yeah, I know we should love everybody.

Love our brothers, whom we have seen, otherwise, how else are we to love God, whom we have not seen?

But think about this. If we love everybody, heck, even our darn enemies, then the people we truly care about aren't special anymore.

It's like this.
"I like Mr. Chua the Bio teacher. He's good at teaching.
But I also like Ms. Gan SB, who teaches by reading texts out to the class monotonously. She's good at teaching."
So, how good can Mr. Chua be if you also think Ms. Gan SB is good?
(Gawd why do I always come up with stupid analogies?)

So people have come up with this ingenius way of solving this. They came up with different categories for love.
Platonic kind of love la, Romantic kind of love la, Love-hate kind of love la.

But let's do away with those categories for awhile. Besides, how would you know which category of love would you put your enemies in?

Yeah, let's call it the Blimp's View of Love. Looking down from waaay up high in the sky, you can't go into detail much. So it's like this: you either love someone, or you don't love someone. And be aware that not-loving someone doesn't necessarily mean you hate him.

I love my parents.

I don't love my teachers.

I love my friends.

I don't love my classmates.

I love myself.

I don't love almost all of the people in school.

See? If you're not looking at it through the Blimp's View, you'd probably say I'm a hateful kind of girl. But thank goodness for the Blimp. With it, I can go so far as to say I don't love the orphans and the poverty stricken. I feel for them, yeah, but I don't love them. 'Cause if you do, what sets it apart from the love for your parents, the ones you TRULY love?

Remember yeah, 'Love' is a very strong word.

Weird is when girlfriends say I Love You after going out with boyfriends for a couple of weeks.

Say there is only one level of love. Then I don't think you can go, "I love 5S6. I love my mom."
I cannot live without my mom, she sacrificed so much for me, but I darn well can live without 5S6. And I'll prove that to you starting from next year. ("Graduation, oh graduation!")

I'm not very good with words, I don't think I have it all put down quite right. It's probably a bit confusing, maybe stupid even. Maybe when I have it better thought out, I'll try once more to get you to understand.

But guess where I got the idea from.

Marilyn Manson.

The guy born to provoke thoughts like these. He obviously isn't a loveable type of guy.


So, do I love Catholic Hgh? NO.
Hahahahahhaahah.