Having recently spewed my thoughts about relationships, based on a complete lack of knowledge, it seems appropriate to turn my attention to “Love,” a subject that equally confounds me…Of course, that doesn’t stop me from feeling it, even if I don’t know what it is…I guess “I know it when I see it,” a phrase, interestingly enough, used by the Supreme Court in its attempt to define pornography…which means, of course, that Justice Potter Stewart, who included the phrase in his opinion, had some experience in “seeing” pornography…guess he had something in common with the current Justice Clarence “Long Dong Silver” Thomas…but I digress…anyway, I have experienced feelings of late which could be described as “love”…rather intense feelings, actually…which sucks…because I don’t really know what to do with feelings like “Love”…Hate?…Anger?…those I can deal with…I have tools…I can remove, for example, my anger with Rush Limbaugh, by praying for him to have what I would want for myself…like bigger breasts…but “Love?”…how do I get rid of that?…do I really want to?…I guess it helps in that the object of my attention is completely unavailable…and yes, it occurred to me that this may be one of the motivators of the attraction…you can’t be rejected by someone who was never there…but when I think about Love, I’m left with a conundrum…if you really LOVE someone, you want what’s best for them…and I can’t imagine that a relationship with me would be best for anyone…or anything for that matter…I don’t even think my relationship with myself is best for me…frankly, I wish I could break up with myself…I mean I’ve tried…I’ve dropped hints…like the time a threw all my clothes out the front door…did I get the message?…no…I just went out and gathered them all up…’course, I didn’t talk to myself for a week…which in retrospect is probably the most sane behavior I’ve exhibited for some time…fortunately, there hasn’t been any violence…god forbid I should have to call the police on myself…although that would make for a great “Cops” episode…the police would sound like an older sibling saying, “Stop hitting yourself!”…Well, I don’t think there’s any conclusion that can be drawn from this blog entry…the only saving factor is that once again…I have succeeded in focusing completely on myself…but in my life, what else is there?