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Old Sep 16, 2009, 02:33 PM
Abby Abby is offline
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This topic reminds me of something that happened a few yrs ago. I was very depressed and my sister brought me back a little gift from the shop of a cartoon man holding up a sign that said 'some people make the world more special just by being in it'. At the time although i appreciated that the gift was a lovely thought, i honestly could not understand what the phrase meant because for me there are always reasons why a person is special/well thought of/loved etc. I'm ashamed to say it actually angered me because all i could think was - 'no that isn't true, what a gimiky lie!' - and i wished she'd not bought it for me. (yes i'm a horrid person.)

But I cannot fathom how unconditional love works. I don't understand how someone can love a person just for who they are. What does that even mean? And does it actually hold any real weight? Is unconditional love better than conditional love, because isn't it a better feeling to have earnt love than to have it always there and it be so, just because?

I think it is very hard to self love if a person has never been shown that there is anything to love. I wonder if love is something that is innately in us from birth and something we all just need to 'find' again or is it something we are taught? Can unconditional love even be taught, or does believing it can be make it automatically conditional love?

I don't understand what is so bad about conditonal love. That is a love of choice. Surely that is better than unconditional love which i quite frankly don't understand because it has no basis/logic.

I know it is awful to say this because the people that tell me it really care and it sounds ungrateful especially as not many people do get the chance to hear it (perhaps i'm too indulged!) but i really don't like it when people say to me 'i love you' and when i ask why they just reply 'because you are you'. What does that mean? Who am i? I can't believe they truly love all of me, that'd be pure madness, and it leaves me thinking - do they even know who i am?
Thanks for this!
Psyched