Look.
Inga.
Tom.
Or whatever your name is. In other words, the person who is reading this right now.
What is love?
Love is not a feeling.
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Love is not a feeling, despite what songs, some books and some movies tell us.
Love is not a feeling, despite the fact that it seems to be what we feel when we meet our person.
Love is not a feeling, despite the fact that it seems that when you break up, Love means itself. Or not?
Love is not a feeling, despite what Google's search suggestions say, ending the phrase "Love is..." with "...a fabulous feeling."
Love is not a feeling.
There is no feeling.
There is no.
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When you meet your man, what do you feel?
Well?
A rising friend in pants? Small diamonds on the chest?
…Um.
Well, it's obviously not Love. Because it's just a desire to have a good, good fight.
OK, let's think again. Bam. Clear your imagination.
You meet your man. what do you feel
The heat?
In the chest?
Dizzy?
In your head?
Butterflies?
Stomach?
Did you get drunk on cheap beer?
No?
… Then it is obvious that there is already something here!
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What do your butterflies say when you feel them in your stomach?
If it says "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" - that means it's nothing from the Love side - it's just the gut asking us to stop stuffing that crap into our bodies.
If they say "OOOOOOOOOOOOOO" - it's already something from the side of Love.
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What would your butterflies like most?
To keep the party going! Baby, let's get this party started and going! OOOOOOOOOAAAA!
It's yoursssssssssss! Go! Say "Hey baby, what are you"! Drive!
So you only live once, don't miss it!
He is your man! Well, say "Labuka". Now kiss me. Mmmmm. Sooo kiss. For a long time. It's like this. His. Hmmm. Sexy.
SO LIFE'S A PARTY BABY. WE'RE GETTING THROUGH!!!!
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What happens when the party dies down?
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NO! DON'T LEAVE THINKING!
So we are together! We are so great! Look, I am beautiful and you are beautiful - we are both very beautiful!! That means something!!
Come on!
WELL NOEEEEEE! DON'T FUCK IT!
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you cry Stuff that shit in your stomach. Butterflies shout "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" instead of "OOOOOOOOOOOOOO" and there is no meaning left in life.
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There is no point in living. Christ Such an ass. We broke up...
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You masturbate while crying. You eat ice cream to forget everything. You enter the "Tinder" or "Flirtas.lt" apps, you are looking for your life partner somewhere there, one more photo below, a little more!
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Your butterflies are NOT your friends.
Your butterflies are the dudes who offer you a coke or a 420 because they're both FINE and NOT ADDICTIVE.
You, of course, get seduced.
So all the tough guys do it. Everyone here puffs, fucks and posts pictures on Instagram. Even Angelina Jolie does it, so why shouldn't I?
And so anyway, you know. Fine. You get a lot of "likes" on Facebook when you are "in a relationship" for the first time. Good for everyone.
And that pussy. That coffee pussy. Free coffee is available! You just say "uh, let's meet for coffee" and meet for coffee. That pussy is delicious.
But you don't even know what drug you started using.
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The butterflies in your stomach are the jumbles of the station area. They will give you THAT DRINK. As long as you give them "LOVE".
Only this is not love.
It's a fascination.
Budgies in the belly is just a bare, bacillary infatuation. Admiration… No content.
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OH, BUT YOUR DATE IS DIFFERENT, ISN'T IT?
YOU DON'T USE DRUGS?
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Can be. There really is one way to test if you are addicted to love, romance or sex.
Just give it up.
Go ahead. Do it more often.
What's happening?
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If everything is fine, if you don't feel the obligation and endless desire to be with your person (and sometimes you honestly want to push him off some bridge), then it is possible that you feel True Love.
True love is not a feeling.
It is not a need to mate. There is no desire to be together. The genitals have not changed. Oh, and the butterflies are quiet, because it's daytime and not party time at all.
True love is desire.
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Love can be compared to business. In business, you create a service for another person, because you know that the other person will repay you.
Well, that's how it is in good business.
You do not create with the intention of stealing from another, because it is only manipulation and one-sided admiration. Butterfly style.
You don't create with the idea that if you give your all, then the other MUST give you their all too. Because this is ALSO manipulation by pretending to be a slave Isolde. Butterfly style.
Instead, create a business as a way to spread good.
BECAUSE I WANT TO GIVE THAT GOOD TO YOU, BLET.
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What does Love look like?
When you give good (favors, gifts, time, energy) because you DAMN ENJOY IT.
Just. "I'm glad to help you." "It's fun for me because I know it's good for you."
AND YOU DON'T DEMAND THANKS. WISH THE OTHER WOULD SMILE.
Yes, of course, it's more fun if they say thanks or smile. But this is not the essence of true love.
Because as soon as you start demanding something, you will become a butterfly. You will become a manipulative station thief. The one that everyone runs away from.
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Your infatuation is not love.
BUTTERFLY IS NOT LOVE.
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BUSINESS IS LOVE.
GENEROSITY IS LOVE.
WHEN EVERYTHING IS JUST PX FOR YOU AND YOU DO GOOD DEEDS FOR OTHERS - THAT IS LOVE.
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I am deeply concerned about how much garbage there will be in Kaunas. But every time I find it thrown on the street, I bend down and take it to the trash can and throw it away.
Why am I doing this?
A guy knows. (Well, okay, don't know, because there's no brain.)
I do it BECAUSE I ENJOY IT.
I love my Kaunas. But I don't demand that someone take a picture of me now as a piece of trash, award me a medal or say "Wow, what a cool guy, that all young people are like that".
I have a wasp px. Get away from me. I throw rubbish in their place because... It makes me happy.
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If Kaunas ever comes and says "Daniel, I don't think our characters match here, maybe it's better to separate. Oh, and don't take care of the garbage already", then you know what I'm going to say?
I will say: "OK".
I'll shrug my shoulders and not litter anymore.
Because I don't care.
Instead, I'll live in another city that will be happy for me to put out their garbage, regardless of what others say.
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If I were a butterfly, of course, I would not leave Kaunas.
I'd be like, "Oiiii, but here, so maybe we can come up with something?" Maybe I will take care of the garbage less? Well, you know... You have to think!".
And I would manipulate otherwise.
I would try to wrap that Kaunas around my finger. Just to stay together. Because my habits would be more important to me than what Kaunas thinks.
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When you try to break up with other people and butterflies talk to you - they encourage you to stay with the addiction. From supposed love, romance or sex.
"Well, you know, you can sell a TV, some furniture, a car, and you'll still get some of those doses!"
And maybe you land. You sell yourself to get more doses.
Your connection with your person is already buried, like piglets that died of swine fever are buried, but you think that you still have a chance, you can still save something.
You are taking the last doses like crazy. You need a Man more and more.
Not because you love. And because it is important for you to satisfy your own needs.
You became a butterfly. I'm a drug addict.
I hate to think about you.
I believe you are also disgusted to think about yourself.
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Your infatuation is not love.
Love is the will to give. And giving.
Without conditions.
Love is when you hate your moronic children, but you make them dinner anyway. Love is when you agree to break up. Because you just have px.
Children - they will leave, they will survive, they have already grown up. Me px. I love them.
My husband or wife is not a child either. Will survive. Me px. I love sincerely.
Without conditions.
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The next time you feel the urge to be better than you are, ask yourself, do you want it because you want it, or because you're trying to fit in?
The next time you do something for others, ask IF IT IS NOT IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO YOU.
If you DON'T mind…
…Continue Everything is fine with you. You are not dependent on decisions and you will survive. You will benefit others, yourself, your great-grandchildren and the world will be clean and fresh.
Life will be wonderful.
Because you just won't become a drug addict.
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Use love responsibly. Falling in love too much is detrimental to your personal, family and community health.
In this place, you can imagine a picture of a person who committed suicide "for love". It's clear that he loved that much - he just didn't overcome his addictions and sold his whole soul.
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Love not for noble reasons, love because it's just fun.
Because it matters to you.
Because that's just who you are and you would have done good one way or another.
Love sincerely.