Love equals War, a random thought requested to post

Love literally is war. It is a long-term battle to win the person you want. You have to evaluate the situation, tactically plan out your attacks, do some recon and get some intelligence on the enemy's weakness. Determine which route is the most effective, blunt brute force of telling the person how you feel; or a long war of attrition dropping little hints about your feelings for the person.

Of course you won't win every battle, sometimes you have to retreat, reassemble your forces, and analyze how it went wrong.

Then you actually win a battle, and you have the person of your desire. This is typically followed by a small time of peace. The two of you are happily together, then, for good or bad reasons, there is perceived competition. In fact, some people find a taken person a more valuable trophy and will come after a taken person just for the challenge. This is the war monger personified.

At this point: you play defensively or offensively. The common male plays offensively and the common female plays defensively. Defensively, you establish borders. You bolster defenses in the form of subtle hints to tell the threat to back off. You cling to your loved one more when the threat is around. You can get intelligence on the person, their flaws, their past, use it against them. Espionage's tactics in the form of black mail.

The male's offensive position, while unyieldy and sometimes made in haste, yields the fastest results in form of "back the f**k off she's mine." Of course this sometimes leads to physical violence.

These examples of retaliation fighting perfectly embody the two different psyches of male and female. One plays fast with brute force, the other bides their time and sets up different perimeters.

If love is war, and war is hell, ergo love is hell. Sometimes. In the form of lover's quarrels. They cannot be avoided and are common, the frequency of the fights usually determines how strong or weak the relationship is, but that's for another post.

And, as in love and war, there are causalities. The heartbroken, the used, the betrayed. Inevitable tally marks.



[Rough Draft, 4/20/09, go ahead and giggle at the date, I don't smoke. This has nothing to do with how things are at the moment, I told a friend a shorter version of this and she asked me to write it down before I forgot.]