No. I think "self love" is a bunch of Dr. Phil / Oprah me-generation excrement.
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Love for another is often tangible. It's caring through action. A phone call, a hug, an email, listening to them vent, making them dinner, changing a flat tire, etc. Doing things you don't necessarily want to do. "I am not you, and thus the only way you know I love you is by the things I say and do." Ms. Cleo aside... we're not mind readers. We know our partners care because they do stuff for us. Chicken soup when we're sick, blowjobs when we're not.
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Love for one's self? Tangible when you're masturbating, perhaps. Taking care of one's self through exercise and bubble baths and education to get that promotion is maintenance and survival, not love.
Why do I have to accept myself? And how can I not accept myself in the first place? I'm the only me I'll ever be. I'll never be anybody else. I have one life and one body and that's it. I can't wake up and not be who I am. I am what I do, not how I feel about myself. Self-esteem is an manic depressive emo cloud. And nobody likes emo.
I can't see myself without a mirror. That means something to me. A: Avoid the vanity of examining myself. B: Find out how others see me through actions.
Generalizations - GO!
I think we take care ourselves because we have to... biological imperative, social peer pressure, etc. Flat tire = no work = no money = no Top Ramen = starvation.
I think we take care of others because we want to and it completes us.
Nobody ever died of a broken heart, but it certainly complicates other things.
Last edited by Plan9; 04-02-2008 at 04:11 AM..
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