These past few days, I've been thinking about love. How people fall into it, fall out of it, or even come up with the criteria to describe it. It got me to thinking — how did you find out about love? Did your parents teach you? Other relatives? How did you come to your thoughts about love? I'll start.

For me, I never really saw "love" growing up. Granted, no one can see love, but rather the actions which manifest because of it. In the case of Sperm Donor and Death to Shakespeare, I would not say they were in love. If they were, they never showed it with constant fighting and arguing. If anything, they stayed together out of obligation to us kids. Most of my uncles I saw on a regular basis were single and didn't date (at least from what I could tell). Even Yes Man and Ma'dea hardly seemed like they were in love, but rather kept house because they were both old and had kids together. There weren't any stolen kisses, playful flirting, or anything like that. Family was just business as usual.

In a way, I kinda wish I had the sit-down talk about love and relationships. I went blindly into a lot of situations in grade school not knowing the first thing about love or what to do. Growing up, my experiences ended up creating and shaping my experiences about love, but without some kind of benchmark, I guess it's no different than taking the same shots in the dark I did as a kid.

Does it all make sense? Not really.

Anyway, I think it's important to establish what it means to me the older I get (and the more relationships I find myself in). I'm not going through this little exercise in introspection because I'm falling in love (I'm not!). But again, you've gotta know this stuff. If not for ourselves, than at least to help our community as a whole.

Yeah…I'm rambling here. Off to bed. But seriously, tell me what you think about love and all that stuff.