I don't think you can compare love of children. That is blood, an instinct. Without it we would be like reptiles and leave our kids to fend for themselves. All mammals care for and sacrifice for their young. But do yo call it love?? The christian answer is no. I also think no. This so called attachment to care for your kids is hard wired into you, and you do what is best to make your DNA survive. So this care for your offspring type of love can apply to your kids, but it is not a true love like the BS with women. From the children, they love their parents because you raised them and you are the only one they know they can turn to no matter what.They feel filial duty. Women can divorce you and not piss on you if you were on fire. Kids not. So it is far more genuine than any feelings of women. So they are 2 totally different things.
One day kids leave you, and they come back when the need money
At least they care about you. Women also leave but don't come back and just send a lawyer's letter when they need more money
and they feel f all for you.
Women will get another dick to love, kids will not love another father. Theso called love of women is fickle, and not to be relied upon. They fall in and out of what they call love easy and often. They can keep their love. If I want something that comes and goes when it pleases, only shows affection when it wants something out of me, treats me with disdain the rest of the time, and is very fussy, I will get a cat:lol:
Old people get set in their ways and used to each other. Often they are afraid to be alone, and are used to relying on the other. Is that love or mutual usery and comfort? or maybe your life insurance is not enough so they don't yet wish you dead
I don't know as I am not old yet
The whole thing about finding a partner not to die alone is BS. Unless you die together in a crash or accident, everyone dies alone. You are born alone and die alone, married or not. if you die first and young enough, she will just use your money for the next man. Far better to die and leave it all for your kids. Don't leave a lot of money for her in a will or insurance, or you may be dying sooner than expected
Now love for my bikes, that is a whole different story!! Always ready for a romp between your legs, you can ride them hard and fast, they like to romp in the dirt, they never claim to have a headache, you can trade them in for younger models and they wont take your house, they are not jealous and you can ride many...
Brilliant! You made me lough again with your narrative style!
You tried to sort it out. But you know what? Strange thing, but it is used to be called with one single word – love. In English - love, in Russian – ljubovj, in Afrikaans – lief. Why people are so dumb to call different feelings with one word?
Maybe because the key feature is affection, how do you think? Or maybe love has some more similarities.
You said, that love towards children is not a love, but rather an instinct to let them survive. I am a parent too, and I don’t think that love towards children will vanish as soon as they become self sufficient. You do care of them always. And the key word is “care”. Is it so unfamiliar for you to feel the genuine care towards woman? Think of that! If the answer is negative, then you are a beggar. Not physically, but spiritually. And now think about your bikes. Do you care of them? Definitely! Otherwise you would compare them with loose dry cunt very soon after a dirt road ride.
You said “but it is not true love like with woman”. And what is true love then? When your dick almost bursts your pants, looking at her?
Or a sense of release, when you just cummed, and are laying beside her, heavily breathing? C’mon! If that was love, you could love your hand not less, than a woman.
Or maybe “true love” means, when you look stupid like a moron? But hey, are you not like that driving along highway 180 km/h? Or when your kid made his own little achievement? And here we come to another key word “pride”. But that is not a pride of someone. That is self-pride. That’s a pride of owning that person/ stuff.
The love from the children can be defined with word “loyalty”. Imagine yourself, having a romantic dinner with a jewess, whom you lifted to the airport.
Or with another woman, let’s say with your mistress, who pops up once per month.
You have a good evening together, and suddenly you see a f***ing hot woman with huge tits, who is undressing you with her gaze. Would you give up your companion for the sake of that hot chick? No. Because you are “loyal”.
Would you let your bike to rust, if you recall how he drove you through that dirt road without a single break down? That is also loyalty.
If a kid would approach you and would ask for money, you will probably think “wtf again?”. But it will be your thoughts only. You would grin instead and would satisfy his appeal. Is it not the same with a woman, when she asks for a 20th shoes
or for another bullshit? Where is a difference, bro? Or when your bike will break down, would you say him, “no way f***ing metal junk”? No, you will order a spares instead to heal him. It could be called with a word “output”.
If to be serious, that is sad, If you never had a chance to rely on a woman. But they could be as reliable as you, yourself. You can rely on a woman just like on your bike, or like on your real friend, or like on your kid, who will never betray. You just need a right one.
Regarding mutual use, you use your bike to have a drive, and he leeches off you to repair him. A kid leeches off you, because he is weaker. A woman does the same. Although she has something to offer to pay back
Not often enough? How about to compare with your mistress? It is called symbiosis in our nature. Both parties use each other to get mutual benefit.
Now about your bikes. They don’t have a mouth and tongue to complain, simple as that.
If they did, they would behave worse, than a woman. They just break down suddenly, but you have to repair them anyway. A human is blessed with a word to speak out. To prevent this break down.
You see, how many similarities the different types of love have. That is why it was called with a single word love. You had a bummer with a woman, and now are eager to speak out your own truth. But it is just your truth. Not mine. Not his, not their. Everyone has his own truth. You should understand this simple thing. Even when judging other people, who has “wrong” race or approach.