By Sam Trailerman
The phrase “Love Is Blind” and the idea that “Love Blinds You” might be seen as related to some, especially your first get-together with a romantic partner.
“Love is Blind” generally refers to the idea that people in love may not see the faults or imperfections of their partner, even if the partner might resemble Frankenstein or Elisabeta (Dracula’s wife).
But the truth is that it’s very much a distinct concept. That term emphasises how the emotional potency of Cloud Nine can diminish perspicacity or a keen understanding of issues that may lead one to miss out any potential red flags or problems that could sever a relationship.
New romances tend to build up massive illogical pangs in the brain. At the temporal lobe of the brain, to be exact. The temporal lobe, located on the side of the brain near the temples, plays a crucial role in various functions, including hearing, memory, and language processing. It also contributes to visual perception, emotional responses and facial recognition.
When you accept that love is blind, is it possible to build some healthy expectations for a sustainable connection? Intoxicated with fantasy as you are in the throes of deep love, the world is filled with rainbows and butterflies and your partner is flawless just like Michael Caine or Demi Moore. Or Chris Hemsworth, Salman Khan or Samantha Ruth Prabhu.
This is where the term “Love Is Blind” comes from and thus you are so blinded just like a bat flying from all angles and only to knock itself onto a concrete wall.
So blinded that you even don’t give a dime to the rules as you’re in a lusting phase of your relationship. This sky-high state of attraction generates more and more leeway for our potentially “unseen” red-flag-type of partners.
These “open” spaces are potentially filled with mistakes. Either intentionally or otherwise, more spaces mean having more opportunity for mistakes because the rules of life don’t exist anymore.
The word — rules — have been erased from your dictionary of life because you are a die-hard fan of “Love Is Blind”. Love can actually decrease our ability to make informed decisions or whatever. It certainly has a stealthy way to sneak in a surreptitious manner without even a warning. Trust me, that’s for real. And I’m speaking from personal experience!
Some 45 years ago I had the impression I was such a big shot with my first love. It was intense and passionate love.
But then things turned sour…
Being gravel-blinded and having a poor love-struck mirror in the mind that didn’t stabilise my senses well, my “love story” led me to utter things where up to this day I feel absolutely remorseful.
Could it be that we humans are designed to forgethow much it hurts when we accidently bite our tongues? We don’t even stop eating when that happens, right? Maybe I’m resigned to the fact that love is such a necessity in every young warm-blooded soul.
Up to a certain age, the heart seems to be pine for some love no matter how bitter the last voyage was. But I’m dead sure I’m not hoping for it till my last breath. I’m also not going to get distorted from the joy of enjoying my first and final cup of espresso each day. At this age, those sips give me utmost peace and pleasure, and nothing else comes closer.
As I look at today’s Gen-Z, I find that a not-too-small number of them also look like they’re completely lost in love and have a distorted view on the meaning of love. Pain seems to be ever present to a great extent when being in love n those cases. I’m not trying to be a wet blanket here or rain on anyone’s romantic liaisons.
I’m merely saying that while there’s bliss, there’s also a need to be aware of the potential dangers in a new relationship. A little bit of wisdom might help to avoid from being “love- blinded”.
Love is not blind, but it makes people “blind”. That’s what we call the blindness in love when you naively override your very own intellectual thinking with romantic hallucinations.
Ooops! Why am I mouthing all this? Maybe, this being the Hungry Ghost Month until September 20, have the romantic ghosts of 45 years ago returned to haunt me? Let me chugalug my anti-ghost brew first: oh, that lovely hot expresso feeling! Now where was I before the coffee came along?
(The views expressed here are entirely those of the writer)
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