Love, or more generally, interpersonal relationships, are pretty damn simple. There is attraction; which is contributed to by completely uncontrollable factors like pheromones, childish aesthetic preference, and who-the-fuck-knows. That initial attraction is acted upon, and is then counterbalanced by judgment of the person's character, evaluation of compatibility, and external factors. Trouble comes when people don't consider both components.
A believer in one side of this constantly flipping coin would believe that attraction is all that matters; that we can "feel" or otherwise sense who we are meant to be with. This person would be at fault because initial attraction is a thing with no particular purpose or meaning. What one feels is only akin to lighting the fuse. If the flame burns out, a person is better off accepting it was a dud than screaming "IGNITE!" at it.
On the reverse, human beings are animals. We're not robots, no matter how much some of us(Cobe Soldo) wish we could be. Finding people who have great character, and are compatible with our peronality, is unusually easy. We call them friends. Finding friends who are our preferred gender and trying to forge a relationship would be like staring at a bottle rocket forever expecting it to launch.
A believer in one side of this constantly flipping coin would believe that attraction is all that matters; that we can "feel" or otherwise sense who we are meant to be with. This person would be at fault because initial attraction is a thing with no particular purpose or meaning. What one feels is only akin to lighting the fuse. If the flame burns out, a person is better off accepting it was a dud than screaming "IGNITE!" at it.
On the reverse, human beings are animals. We're not robots, no matter how much some of us(Cobe Soldo) wish we could be. Finding people who have great character, and are compatible with our peronality, is unusually easy. We call them friends. Finding friends who are our preferred gender and trying to forge a relationship would be like staring at a bottle rocket forever expecting it to launch.
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