Right firstly, society and the current state of which humanity has reigned itself is disgustingly ambiguous and hollow. The truth is that we are are all mentally Ill and fucked up, there is no perfect specimen. It is my opinion that love operates in the way that when you first meet someone (anyone) you both perform this pantomime with each other, like submitting a brief profile report that includes boring shit like, what films you like, what do you do when you're bored, what's your favourite colour. It's like a script of how to be regular and not draw "inappropriate" attention to yourself. It is the idealistic equivalent of; "Hi, I am normal, are you?" These engagements may be satisfying on a really complex level of self evaluation and worth but, it is just shit, shit and acting.
The more you get to know someone on a personal level, the more they slip on their performance of pretending to be perfect. It works like an exchange, they begin to tell each other how they aren't as perfect as the other person might think they are. Until it eventually moves to the surrender of your mask and armour completely and you both admit how disgusting, mentally ill, broken and traumatised you both are. It is this moment of withdrawal from the silver-lined fog of society that you fall in love. It is the only thing in the world that is actually beautiful, lets not pretend everything is great, it's not. Lets just admit it so we can start appreciating the things that matter. Like each other and how weird and wonderful it is to be alive together.
