Love is weird because sometimes it just doesn’t make a lot of sense.

By that, I mean that displays of love can be contradictory.

Don’t get me wrong, I believe – in large part – love is mostly showing up.

An older brother is awful to his younger sister but is also willing to defend her to the death in an instant.

And a husband is short with his wife, but he still finds time to fill her car up with gas every Saturday.

You get the idea.

This passage about love made me laugh because it’s so true.

We are can be annoyed with the day-to-day, but would not hesitate in the face of a colossal hurdle.

Love is a funny thing. I’d donate a kidney to Jamie without a moment’s hesitation, but I was intensely annoyed if he asked me to make a special stop at the drugstore to pick up shaving cream.

-Gretchen Rubin, The Happiness Project

You think you know what creates intimacy?

Maybe you do.

But maybe, for some awful blasted reason, every generation has to figure it out for themselves all over again.

Or maybe it’s just every young adult?

If only there we some sort of overriding “good” ethic that stood the test of time…

Oh yeah. You’re right. There is.

What a pernicious lie this is. For no amount of chasing it will make you feel whole.

Far too often, the opposite of what we wish to be true is where the facts are found.

It’s the myth of my generation: sex creates intimacy. It would take me several more years to discover that the opposite is true: intimacy creates sex.

-Bryan Cranston, A Life In Parts