Apparently it takes 7 seconds to fall in love!
What a load of old tripe ;//!
Love takes time doesn’t it?
Friends, Family, Extended Family, Lovers,Wives,Husbands,Boyfriends/Girlfriends … all included…
It takes years to love our true friends,
It takes years to love certain members of our blood family ;), but love them eventually we do,
It takes far longer than 7 seconds to love a new ‘step’ family member, but eventually we sometimes love them too,
The Love Train –
Familiarity comes first, then unique, though sometimes strange bonds/connections are formed; we learn about each other and find areas of intolerance, tolerance, acceptance, and appreciation. All of these little processes are going on in the background until one day, they all sneak up on you, and you realise that the imperfect human standing In front of you, is someone you have GROWN to love.
The 7 seconds Train –
Instant attraction, chemistry, pheromones pouring out of each others ‘eds like a busted mains water pipe!, pupil alterations of the drug inducing kind, loins awakening, lust, yearning… yada yada yada…
But I do believe that’s what’s known as simply ‘first attraction’. Agreed it can all be pretty damn overwhelming, but that wonderment we feel is probably at least half to do with our own shit, as it is about them and their spangly-ness!
I can see where this second 7 thing came from, think of all the people who have had a 7 second train ride of their lives and then carried on the journey together until, ‘In love’.
The attraction and the mind invading begins immediately, so its hard for them to define the point at which they went from being a ‘bloody great chemistry set’ to ‘In Love’, as the symptoms can be very similar!
But can we define the point at which we realise we love all the other people in our lives either?
It takes 7 seconds to fancy the pants off of someone
But it takes time to KNOW their core. It takes times to see if the insides of the yummy specimen are worthy of your love, and vice versa; in whatever way you perceive and process that mysterious gift. If yummy boy/girl turns out to be 2 sandwiches short of a picnic, and has never stepped over the bridge in Lowestoft, (to the unknown south of the town) and you have just finished a PHD and travelled around East Asia with the ‘ickle street kids. The connection/bond part could begin to crumble, and the old 7 second train is seen starting its depart; pronto!
I end…in the words of my idol. Ms Winehouse
To know know know him, Is to love love love him…(her, them ;))