Love. A short word but a big one. Easy to say, hard to live up to. True love is pretty much the opposite of what it masquerades as on our lips. Usually when we say "I love you", what we really mean is "I love the way you make me feel". Do we actually mean "I love you. Your being is on a pedestal at the end of my psychic/psychological garden. You are the most important person to me. I place you above myself in terms of need" or if we're just saying "I've always fancied you, and now you are within my grasp". Are we simply confusing our appetites -- or our need for companionship -- with a raw, spiritual way of being?
I have what some people would describe as a bizarre and/or tangential sense of humor. I don't know about all that, but few things make me LMFAO more than a well-placed non sequitur. And yes, I do love to laugh. I am an urban dweller who loves the great outdoors. I've had a storied and interesting life. Not everyone gets me and I am fine with that. I like and know all kinds of interesting people from all walks of life. I'd like to get to know you as well, to see if we can have a friendship or wherever we want to take it to from there.