The word love is thrown about all too easily. What does one even know about love? Love, to the individual, is as grand or pathetic as they are. To each person love is imagined to be a high ideal but to a person of low standards love is actually nothing to speak of. These people wish to make their life seem grand and so they place the few things in their life on a pedestal, most likely adding some pseudo-spiritual quality to their claims of love. A person with a passion to love another follows through with consistency and a strong quality of goodwill in their actions. Anything else is not really love.
A lowly sort of person will find their self in a position to gaze upon a relation, a circumstance which they may deem to be spontaneous, but is most likely deep down a semi-conscious act acted out to elicit a synthetic feeling/moment of love. The other is looked upon while lying asleep or going about their daily routine, for instance, and the neglectful person lacking passion and true-love will (to make life and their self seem more grand) cause themselves to believe that their well of feelings are overflowing for this person but really they are trying to celebrate something that is not there or is nothing more than mediocre. They allow themselves to attach declarations such as, "You are so very special to me" or "Our love will stand the test of time", regardless of how weak their efforts really are. They often invoke God in their adolescent imagination for this self-righteous moment to play out with angels' trumpets blaring and all. This is no more than emotional masturbation, a setting up of circumstances to play as one with true passion would act and feel so as to manipulate one's psyche and feel the rush of "love" in a similar way.
When a thing- anything is around a person long enough it tends to become sacred in a sense to that person. An ordinary tree can become "the holiest tree in all the world" to a tribe that lives in its vicinity. Likewise, a person who occupies the home of a person becomes part of the sacred environment of this human animal. People often consider the people around them more special because they are literally part of them, solidified as memories in the brain. God's own blessing may be imagined in one's delusions if they so desire to believe their company is so unique. This is all a selfish act, a human skill in making the mundane meaningful, regardless of how false it is in reality. To the child-mind, one may praise all of the people around their self because it reflects on them as well.
In most households the people are not of an extraordinary character but people's opinions of each other are generally exaggerated because this glossing over of faults is a reciprocal act. People, regardless of their character, aggrandize their fellows, often declaring that they love these people. It is advantageous to do this because it creates a strong bond, on a biological level it helps these organisms survive. It also combats a loss of self-pride in that whatever idiotic beliefs and actions a group of people may engage themselves in, if they all declare it to be ideal, for them it is ideal. This way, even the most pathetic of people can find themselves at the end of their life believing they lived well. They will be more likely to feel this "love" stronger and more frequently than other people in being free from the restraint of rational sense. What can be done? One who insists on being true should remind themselves that the "love" of these people is inauthentic and less real. It is poisoned with inconsistency and a lack of trustworthiness. Once again, stay as far away from the mediocre as possible and do not let them effect you. Forget them. Live true with passion.
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