“I grew up without any parents, you know,” Naruto began, somewhat awkwardly. “Everyone in my village hated me. I never let it show, but it bothered me a lot that these people were so mean to me when they could turn around and love their own kids five seconds later. I didn’t understand what it was that made them love their kids and not me. How was I different? Why couldn’t they all just accept me?”

“As I grew older, I got even more confused when other kids started having boyfriends and girlfriends. When you’re that young, there’s really no such thing as ‘dating’. You end up asking out some girl who talked to you in class, or a boy who happened to lend you a pencil. It’s not really love, it’s just infatuation with anyone who seems to treat you special.”

“And then…when I got even older…the boys and girls in my class who were used to having dates started doing…other stuff.”

“Well, it just seemed so stupid! They barely even knew each other, yet they were claiming to be so deeply in love. Then a week later they wouldn’t even be speaking to each other. It’s the same way with the adults. It’s like they’ve been poisoned to the point where nothing matters anymore except this foreign liquid in their veins, but just as easily they can find the cure and throw each other away. They grow so attached to people they don’t even know, all because of this stupid ‘love’ thing, but there’s no one out there who will love me.”

“That’s why I’ve come up with a theory. I thought about it and thought about it until it finally made sense. I found an answer to the question of why people can love and hate so easily. There simply is no such thing as love. What we have is ‘habitual infatuation’, as I like to call it. We find someone we like, we stay with them for a while, we decide they’re compatible with us, we stay with them for a while longer, then we get married. Why? Because we’ve become comfortable. We know this person, and they know us. Change is scary, and familiarity is a soothing feeling. We mistake that familiarity, mixed with our infatuation and lust, for what we’ve come to refer to as ‘love’.”

“Parents love their children because they are with them from the day of their birth. They know their children, and they raise them in their image. Part of it is love for themselves. Lovers find someone who they can stand and stay with them until they feel obligated to move onto the next step. Even if they don’t really feel in love, sometimes it just seems like the right thing to do: to devote yourself to another…”

“Love does not really exist. It’s nothing more than infatuation that becomes habitual. People become a habit to us, something we have to deal with every day. If you can fit someone into your life without too much turmoil, their presence will become natural to you. Eventually, you’ll think you’ve fallen in love.”

“That’s why I don’t believe in love.”



Очень интересно. Я думаю о любви примерно так же.