so this is how i feel about unconditional love.
imagine you were in love with a guy, and you thought he loved you for your mind, your heart, the things you could talk about together
and then it turned out he only wanted you for your body.
he has the hots for how you look physically, and your brain doesn’t matter.
your entire personality could get replaced by something 100% opposite, and as long as your hot bod didn’t change, he would feel exactly the same about you
…sucks, right?
now, imagine he ALSO didn’t want you for your body.
your whole personality AND YOUR WHOLE BODY could be replaced with the exact opposite, and he would STILL feel the same.
what in the absolute fuck.
what
…what does he even love about you then
WHAT does he love.
because it sure as hell isnt YOU, by any definition you can understand
but it seems to exist in the same… times and spaces as you?
but on some completely different plane, imperceptible to your senses???
how does this even work
whatwhat
what
…anyway this is why having parents is an eldritch horror
I think the idea is more about the fact you are loved, no matter what. There’s not any one thing that makes someone love you. This person just loves that you exist and are in the world at all.
Because personalities change, and with them the things people like about you will change. Some things will disappear entirely, or become less prominent while new qualities appear or come to the forefront. Unconditional love is the one constant. You can count on it always being there, no matter how you and the person giving such love to you change over time. It’s always going to be there, no matter what.
And that sounds pretty awesome to me.
I guess it sounds awesome for the person being loved…
(as long as they don’t have the wish to be loved for actual good qualities about themselves, and don’t feel that love-without-cause is a meaningless love and doesn’t count)
…(my ego is *weird* though)
like… I get why it happens, and why it works for most people.
there’s just a part of me that’s like…
… it feels suspicious that your idea of what’s lovable about me just happens to change to fit the exact ways that I myself change over the years
…feels less like I’m actually lovable, more like you’re mindlessly programmed to love whatever i turn into