Is love behavioral?
A question I have been asking myself.
After something I had said.
We were talking about men.
However I don’t know quite well anymore how the conversation went.
It came a bit out of the blue, when I said it.
‘I don’t like Portuguese men’.
Nothing came after that, but it felt right to say it this way.
Fast and a bit sharp.
To make sure it was coming out right.
Portugal, a country I had lived in for some years.
I had spent some time looking at those Portuguese men.
Mainly because I was investigating my time, what kind of man that I like.
A journey I have been trying to discover.
To figure out for myself.
Therefore it wasn’t weird to say this.
Just a form of investigation.
I mean, it would have made it easy for me if I did like them.
I was residing in that country.
There would be enough and to choose from.
However, it was something more final that made me exclude Portuguese men for my mind.
As a potential partner, perhaps even lover and everything I don’t know.
Where this question started to become alive for me.
‘Is love behavioral?’
I had said :
‘I was seeing their behaviour, it isn’t for me’.
I couldn’t really give any example, it was just how it was.
At least for me.
Not necessarily a feeling.
Because we can see the people for who we think we are.
Cultural beings, living in their own space, perhaps minding their own business.
Dividing their time how they like, with a peace of mind.
Where we are making a choice for our own sake, perhaps even with our heart.
It was not just those Portuguese men that I had been seeing from my own perspective.
Concluding it wasn’t for me.
There were also those women that showed some kind of behaviour.
Where I questioned earlier in one of my stories why we are compromising this and thinking this is ok.
It was where I was having a conversation with a guy and all of a sudden his girlfriend was standing next to him.
‘Making something clear’.
I don’t really know what that was.
Perhaps she wanted to let me know that he was taken.
The conversation I had with him stopped shortly after that.
She got what she wanted.
I don’t know if that is something nice to have.
I guess I was a danger to this girl, to whatever they were having.
She showed me with her behaviour, or at least what I was getting from that.
It made me think.
‘Is love behavioral?’