Love According To Science +_0

Love is Sick...

Or dopey, depending on whether or not your love interest is requiting your love.

The chemistry of love has long been the realm of study for mystics and poets. But modern science has discovered that love is fueled by chemicals in our brain, and unrequited love can produce severe withdrawal-like effects not dissimilar to rehab patients trying to kick a cocaine or heroin habit.

A neuroscientist recruited seventeen students who claimed to be "truly and madly in love." Using MRIs (magnetic resonance imaging), he scanned their brain activity as they stared at a photograph of their partners. He found that he could actually see an explosion of chemicals gush forth in specific areas of the brain.

Recent studies have now confirmed there are three basic neurochemicals that make the earth move between you and another. First, when you meet someone you are attracted to, your brain creates phenylethylamine, a natural stimulant. Also involved are dopamine and norepinephrine, both chemical cousins of amphetamines. Dopamine makes you feel good and norepinephrine stimulates the production of adrenaline, the fight-or-flight chemical that makes your heart race. According to a well-known love researcher, this is the attraction or "lust" phase that is the engine behind the biological drive to focus on one person.

So, is what we call "infatuation" or "falling in love" really just the combination of these three chemicals at work in your brain? Perhaps that's why you call somebody "hot" when you're attracted to her—after all, your blood pressure is up, your palms are sweaty, and you can't sleep. A researcher who has conducted studies on female voles to determine what controls their social behavior says: "The studies so far suggest that love is simply a form of addiction that makes some animals form life-long pair bonds."

Dopamine also stimulates the production of oxytocin, known as "the cuddle chemical," because it stimulates a feeling of well-being in mothers who nurse their children. Oxytocin is also released during sexual orgasm, so it has been suggested that it is involved in adult bonding, the chemical that kicks in after the fever of lust has faded, encouraging us to stay monogamous and stick with and care for our family units.

So what happens when you're dumped, and you're as sullen, withdrawn, and angry as any other addict who needs his fix? Where's your brain chemistry then?

Love is just a lie
Made to make you blue
Love hurts
Love hurts
Love hurts

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I love Biochemistry! Duh! Hahaha!

All About Love +_0

Melai: Love is an act of faith.
Leiyha: Love is sick. *read my next post*

Melai: When a guy confess a love to a girl then suddenly her life has meaning. Why? Because she feels important. Her existence is justified, thus, has a worth and value because of love. Love is that uncertainty that defines.
Leiyha: Never let a man define who you are.

Melai: For love to be successful, the guy should constantly affirm his promise. He should constantly choose to love the girl that defines him.
Leiyha: Just because he says he loves you, doesn't mean that he won't hurt you and it doesn't mean that you are meant to be with him.

Melai: True love doesn’t exist. You can’t find true love but you can choose to make love true. Love becomes true when you have the conviction to love constantly.
Leiyha: Love can never be imposed to someone. It is something rare that doesn't come along everyday and is not measured by how long but by how deep.

Melai: Love is a choice.
Leiyha: Love is never a choice. It's an inner tendency felt with no boundaries nor restrictions... beyond anyone's control.

L.O.V.E. +_0

"When two people really love each other very much, but they just can't keep it together, when do you get to the point that enough is enough?"

NEVER!

Trip At The Brain +_0

Bombs?
     Too common.
Poison the masses?
     Been done before.
Disease? Infection?
     That's pathetically boring.
What then?
     I'm thinking perhaps something less...
     overdone.
Ah, gas? Nukes?
     Come now, think!
I have it: window pop-ups.
     Yes! Brilliant!
     They will slowly and eventually drive the population mad
     while we sit back and watch them kill each other.
Genius!

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A 55 Word Short Story About Murder Written 2 Semesters Ago
in memory of my beloved beautiful nightmare... my favorite hacker!

Losing Faith +_0

It's over. Finally, I can breathe. I can have a life again, something apart from always trying to be there for you. I can stop trying to understand; trying to make you see that we can work through this, that our love is worth fighting for. All the uncertainty, all the confusion, all the pain of not knowing where I went wrong, is finally over.

Damn you for putting me through all that. Damn you for taking my belief in love, my belief in forever, my belief in you, and handing them back to me broken, saying you can't deal with them anymore. You will never know how much you hurt me by just giving up, you will never know how much you scared me from loving as much as I loved you ever again.
I did not deserve to be hurt that way. And you didn't deserve my trust.

So much wasted emotion. I had so much more tenderness to give, I could have stayed with you longer, but you didn't think it would be worth our while. I know you still love me, as I know that you were too damned scared to be vulnerable. And I was stupid enough to hope I can help you conquer that fear, or live with it, so that you can take the risk of letting me into your heart. You would rather hurt me than let down your guard.

I love you. Honestly, bravely, intensely I loved you. But it wasn't enough.

I hate the fact that we could have saved us, but we didn't. We simply gave up something rare, something that doesn't come along everyday. I hate the emptiness. I hate the regrets.

But the worst thing about all this is the simple, stupid, pathetic truth that I miss you. I miss you. I knew losing you would be painful, but pain, I can deal with. I can cope with the sharp, intense rush of emotion that cuts like a knife, but is relieved somehow by tears and is dulled by the passage of time. What I didn't expect was the sadness- the steady lingering hurt that comes with the realization that you will never again look at me as if I'm precious, special, and infinitely cherished, you will never again call me "bebe ko" with the tender amazement that I am really yours. It's the constant heaviness that haunts me and makes me wonder if I'll ever be whole again without you, of if I'll mourn the part of me that died with our love. I miss you. And I'm totally honest with myself, I'll have to admit that I'd do anything, give everything even go through all the confusion again, just to find a way for you to keep believing in us. But there's no chance of that.

Some goodbyes are final. I have a feeling this one is.