Love, Bananas and Self-Inception

“one banana,

two banana

one for me and one for you banana

count three or four or even more banana

cause banana cannot live alone…”

Those of you that had a worthwhile childhood might recognize the song above from the TV program 'sesame street'. I first heard it when I was a child and for some reason unknown to me, its been stuck in my brain ever since. Although the song was meant for children I believe that there is a very deep message behind it, the magnitude of which I have only recently be made aware of and will share with you shortly. But first…

I have been studying the human mind for some time now and as a result of my detailed and thorough research I can confidently say with scientific certainty and accuracy that we are all screwed up. (Yes, that is my professional opinion) In fact, the human race as a whole can be considered as one big idiot made up of a myriad of many splendored variations of foolishness just as many different bits of DNA make up a person. But don’t worry, I’m not judging the human race for our UnGodly portion of Olodo-ism, on the contrary, I doubt we would have made it this far in our history without certain stupidities.

(Please note that I refer to STUPIDITIES and not RETARDATION. Retards are a subset of the human race that look, act and talk like the rest of us, but who are actually sub-human wild animals that should be locked away in a zoo. They lack basic reasoning skills and typically frequent such IQ desolate places like Facebook and in extreme cases- Hi5. They can usually be identified by their names. e.g Hollabourdey Horhluurhwarhthorkhunbor “SexyBoiBlackBerryKingNeedleFlyBarbie" "KingoftheZangaIeatbangaAnd MakeMoniesWhileIdoit” Hoodutorhlar. It is important to know that such retards are NOT human and destroying them with fire or by decapitation is legal and in fact considered doing the work of God.)

But I digress… where was I? Yes, stupidities. stupidities are very important in to the human race and in my opinion, without them love would not exist. Believe it or not there is actually a point to this tirade of mine. Just bear with me a little.

So, Let me ask you this…what makes us human? The fact that we walk on all fours, that God loves us more than the other animals, our enlarged brains…depending of which side of the science or faith debate you swing, I’m sure you have a different answer to that question. The more sentimental ones amongst us will say it is our capacity to love and be loved, to do special things for those we love, to make huge sacrifices in the name of love…at which point I will call bullshit! (Once I finish vomiting)

What is love? Love is gentle, Love is kind...well so is the old lady that lives down my street and I dont think she is Love. What do any of us REALLY know about love? Would you lay down your life for the one you love? Catch a literal version of the poetic grenade which Bruno Mars sings so passionately about? Would you? If you wouldn’t then please STFU because you have not yet found true love and even if you would it doesn’t mean much because police officers, firemen, soldiers and many other members of noble professions routinely put their lives on the line to save friends, colleagues and even ordinary citizens. Is that love? Will you say firemen love everybody they risk their lives to save? Maybe, Maybe not…but that’s exactly my point. Love is such an intangible thing it can only be described as the ultimate Self –Inception.

For those of you that haven’t seen the movie yet, ‘inception’ is the movie about the process of ‘inception’ which in turn is the process of planting an idea in a person’s mind without them knowing where it came from. Apparently it can only be performed by Leonardo di Caprio and his team of badass homeboys while his wife (from his subconscious) just likes to hang around and screw shit up…by the way, why have you not seen the movie yet? What rock were you under for the last half of 2010? My friend, you are a Class A slacker! You are so stale that you’re starting to ferment and give off a repugnant odor… shift! Self-inception as applies to human stupidities is the act of planting an idea in your own head and then forgetting that it was your idea in the first place and that you CHOSE to embark on this path.

Anyway, this Self-Inception as regards love starts with you WANTING to ‘love’ someone so much that you convince yourself that you ARE in love and then begin to wonder why you are acting like a lovestruck puppy. The truth is…you know exactly why: Because you want to. And you can only love as much as you decided to when you first started your self-inception. Once the idea of ‘love’ has been planted in your head, you conveniently forget that it was your idea in the first place and carry on with your ‘mugu-licious’ behavior, going deeper into the layers of your own created love world until you decide to wake up (this may never occur if you get so lost in the world that you have created and thus forget that it is of your own making).

Personally, I have no issue with engaging in the stupidity of self-inception in order to find love.In fact I do it to myself all the time just like the rest of you. I just wonder why as humans we feel this burning need to find someone to be with. So much so that we routinely deceive ourselves into it. But maybe the words of the banana song are all the answer I need…because humans like the banana of the song…cannot live alone. We need to find someone simply because we cannot live alone. To do this we ‘incept’ ourselves, make mistakes, get taken advantage of…whatever we feel we need to do, we do in the name of love.

This is of particular importance to me because it plagues me regularly. I want someone to be with, talk to, to cuddle, to make love to; someone that understands my weirdnesses and strangeness, and has some of her own. I cannot explain why but I want just want her. Recently, I thought I found someone I could be with but she wasn’t interested. After being rejected, I thought I had snapped out of my self-inception. But not long after I found myself on the path to self inception again. And again, and again…It irks me and pisses me off because I know that I’m doing it. I can feel my mind tricking itself into believing what it wants to believe but I can’t stop it. Maybe I am just a hopeless romantic (aka professional Mugu) or maybe, just maybe like the banana of the song, and like most of us…I just cannot live alone.

*sigh*

[Coming up next... Love, Hate, Sex, Pain]