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My name is Christian and I live in South City. I'm agnostic. I'm a boy, despite the fact that my profile pic is me as a child in a dress. I aspire to do many things, a Jack of all trades I suppose. I enjoy information, knowledge and learning through experience. I have self-worth issues. I'm possibly losing my mind, so I'm making the most of my sanity. As we all should. Anyways I'm starting to ramble about useless information. Feel free to send me questions and such.


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10th January 2012

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Love

It took a long time, but a couple years ago I had the hardest time loving someone.  For various reasons.  I won’t go into most of them, but there is one I feel like I venting about right now.  The idea of a single love.  I’ve carried a bit of what I used to feel with me since then, but for the most part, I guess you can say I’ve adapted.  One of my problems with being in relationships in the past was I was firm in the belief that you could love numerous people at the same time.  I say this, yet this isn’t what I would have said back then, I’d have said that I couldn’t understand what love was.  The reason being, I felt like I was able to fall in love with so many people, but looking back I can say, fairly certainly that I was just unable to understand that the emotions I felt towards multiple people were the same sort of love.  I had various depths of love and affection towards different people, but for the most part, I see I could have fallen in love, to the same degree, with multiple people, had it not been for the fact that I was taught via negative reinforcement, failing in relationships, that it wasn’t normal to love more than one person at a time.

So now it’s common for me to say, I love all people in the same way, just to different extents.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the way people expect me to now, one at a time, but sometimes it makes me feel empty.  I have more love inside me than I’m used to, in fact, sometimes I feel like I’ve changed a major part of who I am and it hurts.  Other times I wonder if maybe I was just being naive.  It’s so hard to tell sometimes whether you’re right about a trait you used to have, whether it was a part of who you really are or just a “phase” for lack of a better word.  I might never know, but sometimes I used to wish it was okay to love more than one person.  Not just because it would make things less complicated, but because then I wouldn’t have to worry about mucking things up and could care for people in whatever way I felt I did.  It’s hard for me to explain, because I’m so used to just caring for one person now, it’s hard for me to adequately explain what I used to feel.