Love is a very versatile and complex thing, like shampoo or pancake mix, in a way. There is the basic template for what it includes, for what it entails, and then on top of this there are those parts, the "customisations" which make each type of love. Your love for food sure as hell shouldn't be the same as your love for your friends... Unless they are tasty...Your love for your significant other, your other-half, your boyfriend or girlfriend, fiancee, spouse, mistress, that shouldn't be the same love that you share with your parents and blood relatives. No exceptions to that one, sorry.
I love many things. I love my family, I love my friends, I love my boyfriend, I love my work, I love my sport. All to varying degrees, of course. I would rather spend ten hours with said boyfriend than with work. Work and I argue much more. It is not a sybiotic relationship all the time, I would say. My love for work is a new thing, definitely. I think it because this year I am actually taking subjects I like... Whereas last year I took about fifteen subjects. I didn't like all of these.
There may be people wondering about the name of the blog. I like to think I'm a little like a wolf at times, you see. I certainly eat meat (sorry vegetarians, vegans, cows, and brontosauruses {brontosarii as of now in my personal dictionary...}). I eat a lot of food. It takes a surprising amount to keep a human going, 2,000,000 calories a day. "What? Surely you mean two thaousand?" No, because those are kilocalories.
The wolf reference also stems from the fact that some people see me as harmless when I am not, and some people see me as dangerous when I am not. Timing is crucial with these things.
I'm not sure of my opinion on new things, but all I know is before I get them, if I know they are being received by me, I do get a bit nervous (erkle)... Just in case they're... Not quite right.
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