I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles.
1. I am glorious above all things
2. Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored
3. Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine
4. Show displeasure clearly.
6. Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time.
7. If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.
I Was Trying To Be Funny But It Came Out as Really Mean: A 5-part documentary starring me.
I Was Trying To Be Loving And Supportive But I Probably Overstepped My Boundaries And Came Off as Creepy: a feature-length film with two sequels and a TV series adaption.
I Was Trying To Tell You I Relate To Your Difficult Situation But It Probably Sounded Like I Was Making It All About Me: a novel saga with several side book adaptions and a movie.
Romantic love? It’s when you want to have sex with someone and be near them, and you’re concerned with their well-being. That’s it. In that order, because that’s the order oxytocin works in. Romantic love is desiring all three — genital interaction, doing everything together, be it mundane or otherwise, and for them to be happy and healthy. First you’re like, “Damn, I would fuck that dude for real. I would eat his ass if he wanted. He could get it with no effort. He could just show up and get it. Like picking up a to-go order. He wouldn’t even have to pay. Shit, he wouldn’t even have to call ahead. He could just waltz in and bag it up. He wouldn’t even have to spend the night if he ain’t want. I don’t care. I just gotta fuck that dude. I’ve got to. Just once and I would die happy.” So, then you fuck them. But it’s not enough. The oxytocin in setting in now. You start to get attached. So y’all keep on fuckin’. And doing other stuff together, too. Going to the grocery store and to the park becomes just as fun as the fucking because you’re getting so attached to being with them, everything becomes satisfying. But it’s still a selfish thing at that point. You want them to be with you to make you feel something. Then when you really love them, on top of everything else, or even in spite of everything else, you just want them to be happy and safe. You want to put a force field around them, even when you aren’t there. You just want them to take care of themselves, even if you can’t be with them. Love is like tainting someone. You’ve got this ink in you and you long to touch them with it. You taint them and it permeates their being. They take the ink you put in them and carry it with them away from you, everywhere they are. It’s them now. They’ll always have a part of you that you put in them. That’s how it’s always felt to me. When I love someone, it feels like something that is happening to them, not me, and that’s what I mean by that. But that’s just what it "feels" like. What it actually is? Just a social phenomenon, a bunch of chemicals and neurohypophysial hormones, and conversations between two people’s immune systems. It’s nature’s way of ensuring that people will procreate, preferably not with their family members. I don’t believe in any notion of “true love”, or love will that last a lifetime, or anything like that. No, no. There’s no right or wrong person in a cosmic sense. You can be a practical mismatch, but I don’t believe in soul mates. If they existed, they would never find each other.