If this is Love....then what's that?

You know what has been shattering my glass for years now? ("A lot, apparently!" you may say)

For years we're brought up to believe that Love is some magical aura around us all. It creates passion, compassion, caring, desire, war, and a long list of other things. Yet, for years I've seen people dumb it down, kick it aside, and treat it as just any other emotion.

"I luv u" No punctuation. And, two out of the three words aren't even complete words. "ILY" is a new one I've seen, and the only reply to that I have is "WTF?"!

When I was raised, my Mom always taught me "Don't say it, unless you mean it. It's a powerful word to throw around.", and that was an understatement. As I grew up, I learned more and more of it's power. Men used that word to get themselves laid. Christians used that word to describe how they felt about Jesus. I then started hearing people use it without blinking an eye to describe a friends outfit. "I LOVE that on you." (and 9 times out of 10, if it's two chicks, the over emphasis means you look like a complete Schmoo in it)

People were using it to describe a movie they saw, a food they ate, and a song they heard.

Now, don't get me wrong, I believe you can love music. I get a warm and fuzzy feeling each time I listen to Sinatra. I feel calm, relaxed, and full of happiness. But, when you tell someone "I was working out in the gym yesterday, and Mickey Avalon's 'Fucking Them All' came on my iPod." and the person replies "I love that song!", it really makes you question that person's understanding of music.

But, what really pisses me off is the abbreviation of the word between people you love. Say, for instance, you're talking to your wife as she's leaving work via text message, and you write to her "I luv u". She then heads home, and some jerk off diesel driver plows her car over, and she's dead. The last thing you wrote to her was an abbreviation of love. You didn't take the time to write out the whole thing. You took a shortcut. That, to me, shows how much you care. If you truly love someone, there are no shortcuts. You take the time out of your day, your week, and your life for them. To show them you enjoy having them so much, that you don't shorten this feeling. You don't dumb it down. You take it seriously, and you do so with conviction.

"I luv u", is something that a 14 year old girl writes her boyfriend of 2 weeks. Leave it to the idiotic teenagers. If you're an adult, treat love as such. We as a people need to take love back into our lives. Mend it's wounds that we have inflicted upon it, and raise it up to the pedestal it should be on. Because when you dumb down the spelling of something, you're taking the respect, honor, and dignity away from the phrase itself.

I have been in love twice in my life. Once, to the point of saying "Words cannot describe the feeling I have for you, but the closest words I can find, is 'I love you.". With that level of caring, feeling, desire, and passion...you want to convey it to the person with as much weight as possible.

We have become lazy in our language. In our ways in general. We take many shortcuts on things that we should take our time in doing. Expressing our feelings to one another is something that should take some time out of your day. Set aside 5 minutes for the ones you love to write them something, in long hand, to express yourself intimately. 5 minutes is a long time in terms of writing. You can get a lot of words and feelings into 5 minutes. Yet, it is such a short amount of time in the spectrum of life. If you do this, I promise you, that you will make the person on the receiving end feel so loved, and so happy, that you yourself will have nothing to do but smile.

Thomas Carlyle wrote: "A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.", and to me, it is the effort, the willpower, the energy, and the intelligence that we put into that love that makes it visible to the people we do love.

Bottom line...stop being a fucking idiot, and if you love someone, don't take a lazy ass shortcut to tell them so. Be it friend, husband, family member or your mailman. If you love someone, prove it.

With all my like,
Johnny

P.S. I loooooooove me some scotch!!

Rocky Balboa wasn't Mexican....and Black Porn can't be made with Asians...

Can you hear that?....listen closely...it's the sounds of the gloves coming off! It's time for some bare Knuckles!!

I just read something that blew my skirt up. Turned me into a Mary, and I screamed like a bitch. (no feminists, not like a female, like a pansy assed man) I'm talking
about...
THIS!!


AHHHH!!!! A chick sued the Lord of the Rings STUDIOS for RACISM!!

Okay, as a former actor, I take A LOT of beef with this! There is just so much wrong with that. I was turned down so many times for my weight, my height, my hair, my eyes, my teeth, my skin color, my....my....MYYYY!!!....because....*drum roll* I WASN'T RIGHT FOR THE FUCKING PART!!!

Look, Harry Potter wasn't Filipino. He was a white British kid, that lived in the space under some stairs. Rocky was Italian-American. White Guy, meat-headish, boxer type. We can't recast him with Oscar De La Hoya, BECAUSE HE'S NOT ITALIAN!!!

You get what I'm selling here folks? People are "sue happy" and, because the judicial system puts up with that bullshit, the studios, the producers, and directors are afraid to be sexist, racist, or whatever....

Look, I'm 5'10" tall. My acting career went in the toilet...so, say I decided to go to porn. I read in the Valley's rag-mags...."Seeking well hung black man, over 6 feet, to slang some thang!!". Then, I show up at the audition, and lose out to....YOU GUESSED IT!!! a mandingo black man that would wrap his cock around my throat and strangle me with it if he wanted!! Because, HE WAS RIGHT FOR THE PART!!! If you picked up a porno that said "THICK BLACK COCK!!" on the front, and you watched it, and it was the Asian dude from the Hangover in it...with a regular sized weenie...you'd want your money back!

Apparently this broad didn't read the books. She wants to be a light skinned fairy elf, with blonde hair. Yet, when she gets to the audition, and the CD tells her...."Ummm....you're not a light skinned fairy elf. You're actually....Indian looking.", she decides it time to call a lawyer.

Get fucked!! I didn't audition for Harry Potter, because I'm a 30 something, tall, a little chubby, Dego!!

Grow some fucking balls Warner Bros.!! You to Peter Jackson!! I would never walk into a hospital and say "I want to apply for the Brain Surgeon job!" and then sue them when they said..."Well, sir, you're actually not a brain surgeon, and to be honest, you're not actually that bright."

Okay, maybe I'd sue them for calling me dumb....but, the other part is correct.

This world is going to hell in a hand basket! I only had books, movies, porn and music to lull me into my pre-apocalypse coma...now...it seems...I need to prepare for horrible music (thanks Justin Bieber), Kindles, and a small pricked porn star.

I know this doesn't flow as well as some of my blogs, but it was more of a spur-of-the-moment rant, rather than a blog.

Know your role folks.

Hasta luego,
Johnny