All The Boys In The Halfway Houses Wave To The Girls Off Emerald Street

Here's a rhetorical question for the ages: why do people do such stupid things for love?

Being of the male persuasion, I can only attest to the stupidity over females, but I'm sure it goes both ways. Things one would normally never do become almost commonplace over love. Animals are purchased/adopted, moves across the country and around the world, nights of no sleep, etc. These are just some examples of the ludicrous actions one takes. The minor things are probably innumerable. Most every guy will tell you the only reason he shaves is for work and women (or men as the case may be). That probably goes for women as well. Think of all the ridiculous clothes we wear and rituals we go through before dates. Pretty sure there would be two outfits for dudes if love didn't matter: suit and sweatpants/t-shirt/flip-flops. The fights which break out over just some quick glances. Helen of Troy? Get my drift?

Sometimes even more extreme are the lengths one will go to keep said mate. What is usually considered unacceptable will slide. Think of all the on-again/off-again relationships out there. Or the cheaters of the world who are given a free pass. Or any number of other indiscretions allowed.

Not to get things twisted, I'm just as guilty as the next person. I can't begin to think of all the movies I've seen that I had absolutely no interest in seeing, but viewed anyway because of a girl. Hell, quite a few of the things I've mentioned above are things I do regularly. I have a glass heart tattooed on my chest for God's sake. Why do you think I'm writing this post?

I'm well aware of the scientific/animalistic basis of all this. Peacocking and the like... We are supposed to be the most intelligent species on earth, and yet we still resort to the most primal of actions. Perhaps we should return to the good ole days when you just clubbed someone on the head. Okay, that was a little misogynistic, but you get the point. Most of this probably stems from some deep desire to appease our mother/father or whatever Freud would say.

I need an ending. Blarg.