Is love a cooperated activity? I guess MAKING LOVE is, but, not love itself.

I saw this sentence somewhere, someone sticked it out from the movie <Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind>, saying that "If you wanna be with me, you are with me."
I guess it's the same if you replace the core part with "love". If you wanna love me then you are in love WITH me.
See? replace the core part with whatever you want. Like, if you wanna be a billionaire then you are a billionaire; if you wanna be a boy then you are a boy; if you wanna die then you are dead. It seems like the real world is nothing but a virtual insanity, as soon as you give no shit to others' opinion about you.

It's amazing. Suddenly it seems like that we can do anything without the permission of a higher power/authority. And we can even say that "hey I am in love with Edward!" even though Edward thinks you are shit.

So why bother to ask for the permission of the other person that is in this relationship? I guess people are so coward that's why. I don't see many people who can continue to love the ones once upon a time they called "lifetime mate", after they broke up or divorced. I don't see many people who really are willing to die for the one that they say they "love", when the high time really comes in which they better die for that person. I don't see many people who actually feel happy even though at the beginning of a relationship they were so willing and contented just being a third person into others' love affair.
It's so funny that no matter how brave and trendy and indie we claim ourselves are, the old-school and out-of-date and simple way of life still dominates most of our heads. We see a lot of young punks saying "I will never marry" but those are actually the ones that are dying for a boyfriend or a girlfriend. And being a cheater is no fun after 3 years or so, most of the time people will try to walk on the normal path again, get rid of this secret love or get rid of their home spouse.

The most brave ones are those who live a dirty and lowest standard of life, because they don't have the spare time to claim something that they don't really occupy. And those who yells the loudest are the cowards, afraid of losing any identity.

So I feel sorry for myself for being never willing to meet someone that is available at the time, and always dreaming of someone that is a dream; I feel sorry for those punks on the streets, guess I was like them.

I am sick of sitting here and dreaming my orgasm with Mr. Model A,B,C. Well I am pimping myself in case I will have to approach that bald head hottie I saw lately on the same bus I took everyday. It's a way back to real world I guess, before I am able to appreciate anyone that I meet NORMALLY in my life.

Love is all about timing and it's not cooperated sorry. Someone comes at a right time when I wanna love so bad, and I go for a love. It's all about wether you want to love or not. If you think it's the right time then it is. I don't think there'll be much difference wether the other one likes you back or not, since you are drowned in your own world.

....I'mma go for that bald head hottie:]