A morbid thought.
A few humans will have this thought at some point or another.
Those of us who have many people in our lives need not worry about dying alone. You might die in a hospital surrounded by people who care about you.Even if you die in some freak accident, people will miss you and ask themselves why such-and-such allowed this to happen.
Mostly, people who convince themselves that they will not be missed are wrong.
I would be missed. Most definitely. The point I'm going to make? Morbid af.
It's family, mostly. I don't think that family counts. Why?
Our brain chemistry forges such bonds FOR US.
You don't like me because you actually like who I am. You're my mother/father/relative. You're SUPPOSED to like me.
You like me because you're brain says 'I'm going to make a connection to this person.' Period.This is much stronger in mothers and female relatives of course, but applies to males too. That's my main problem with family-related love
You love me because your brain tells you to.
Normal sequence: Love comes after recognizing positive qualities and attractive traits and being drawn to a person.
Romantic love it beautiful, excellent, amazing. When properly executed and given time and effort, this is one of the strongest bonds that any human can achieve with another human.
Family bonds are nothing but connections forged in the brain.Am I so wrong to deny my subconscious? To refuse the so-called 'normal' desires brought about by chemicals affecting the functions of our neurons?
My depression was also a chemical problem, affecting my thinking. Does that make it healthy? Natural? Of course not. I have said this about every form of love.
If you can't say WHY you love a person... you don't truly love them.True love can be explained perfectly. Quantified.True love is both emotion AND logic. I love you because I feel it-AND because of (insert reasons here.)
If you have the former without the latter, it is not love.
That's called infatuation.
A condition affecting most teenagers who convince themselves that they are in love, and only years later realize that their high school romance was foolish and stupid, and never would have worked out.
If I say 'I love you,'
It's not because you're my brother or my mother or my girlfriend or spouse.
It's because, accompanying the feeling, I have actual reasons. A bond forged not only by shared experience, but by qualities I see in you. Qualities I am attracted to, both physical and mental, how you look, think, act, feel, and communicate.
If I say 'I love you,' I MEAN IT.
Most of the world doesn't. Because they don't even know what they're talking about.
Most people don't love me.
I will die alone.