Why do you think I let you get away
With all the things you say to me?
Could it be I like you
It’s so shameful of me, I like you
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Yesterday, me and two of my friends were chatting up a storm while on board the train home. We had just finished gobbling up some food at Kingdom of Teppan in Machida.
I forgot how the convo got to this but anyway, we suddenly found ourselves asking whether there should be a reason why you like (or love) somebody (I didn’t start it, I swear!) or not. A flurry of answers came in the discussion that ensued. And of course, I came up with mine.
“You don’t need to actually have a certain reason,” I shrugged. “You just do, I mean, you just like a person. That’s it.”
“But there’s got to be something,” chimed one of the girls.
“…like maybe he’s got a sense of humor or whatever,” J popped in.
“But what if something drastic happens to the person,” I asked. “And then he gets depressed et cetera, then he loses the reason why you like him in the first place.” I raised a brow and continued to chase through the flurry of thoughts running inside my head. “But then again, there are levels to the like state, ya know. And those levels are connected to certain reasons, i.e. you like a good basketball player because he/she has a killer jumpshot. But then, that *like* is sort of shallow, like when you like this actor or this singer or whatever. Ugh, but then again, who am I to judge which is shallow or not?”
“I dunno, but can’t you accept the fact that some people do like other people because they look good, because they smell good?” added another voice in the group. I think it was P.
“Or heaven forbid, because they have great hair?” I laughed. “Nah, I’m not generalizing. And I probably don’t cover the whole spectrum of the question anyway.” A pause reigned over us. “And it’s probably not fair to say that you don’t need no reason to like anyone but …” I paused again. “…I guess there comes a time when, yes, there are really reasons, but you can’t just pinpoint exactly what those are.”
“So, you cannot identify the thing that made you like the person so you just say, no, there’s no reason, you just do?”
“Maybe,” I shrugged again. It is a mannerism ya know. “Or maybe there’s just too many reasons and you cannot pick one reason above all the others.” I continued. “Or maybe I’m too lazy to actually think about it and pick a reason.”
“We’re leaning on the last option, if you must know.”
“Beeyotch,” I laughed. “Yeah, I know, I know, too lazy, sue me. Whatever.”
“Maybe you just like the person as a whole,” suggested P.
“Or maybe I just like the notion of liking someone and not knowing what on earth the reason is,” I grinned. “Makes the story more exciting eh? Aah, the stuff of rom-coms.” And then a thought pops into my mind, “or maybe, it’s just one of the things in Munchhausen’s Trilemma, ya know, you like someone because you like someone…”
“Eeeww, nerd alert!”
“Shut up,” I whacked P and blurted out laughing. We laughed for quite awhile and then totally forgot what we were arguing about.
“Okay, here’s a thought-provoking question for you, P,” I asked with my poker face on.
“Shoot.”
“It’s bloody cold outside,” I feigned exhasperation. “Are we taking a cab or walking?!”
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You’re not right in the head and nor am I
And this why
This is why I like you, I like you, I like you
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Half of this is true, half of this is fiction, and half is pure B.S. Now if you know Venn’s Diagram, you can visualize what I just said (and no, it ain’t 3/2 people). It’s just a matter of perspective and point of view most of the time.
Song is I Like You by Morrissey
