Some wonderfully sweet thoughtful person that I care about very much sent my parents a book called The Five Love Languages (by Gary Chapman). I've been reading it since I've been home. It's about the different ways to love a person and what people perceive as acts of love. The five languages are: Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Gifts, Acts of Service and Physical Touch. They pretty much speak for themselves, although the book does provide helpful analyses of each language and ideas on how to "speak" the language if you are really unfamiliar with it. I know that I feel a little retarded when it comes to Words of Affirmation and Physical touch. I don't usually know what to say and I'm not really that huggy feely, I feel smothered easily I think... I don't know. On the other hand as soon as I read the introduction to the book I knew that my love language was GIFTS without a doubt. It's not that I feel like I have to "get" stuff all the time, but when I was reading I was just thinking that picking stuff up for people to give to them, like random stuff is my favorite way of showing that I care about them. I get them something they mentioned a long time ago and I like to show them that I heard what they were talking about and desired. When I think of people I give them something, even if it's like an e-card or something. That's my favorite way of expressing love. It's not about the money at all. I'm not a goldigger. I just love to give people stuff. I remember buying Sean a rose once or twice, but doing that made me feel weird cuz he didn't seem to know how to receive it. It wasn't that I was hinting that I wanted a rose or anything. If I give you something (besides a cold) it means, "Hey, I thought about you." I scored 2nd highest in (it was a tie)Words of Affirmation and Acts of Service. I guess I just like to hear those words of affirmation.... well know, I love words. I write them so I can see that. Physical touch is important to me to. It's like I don't want to be smothered but I need for my man to be more than just "here." I need someone to hold my hand or like play with my hair or something. One time I truly feel at home or soothed is if someone just like rubs my hair and scalp, not in a sensual way, but in like an assuring way. I can't explain it. Whatever though, I've already disclosed too much about this on easyjournal as it is. I'ma have folk thinking they know how to get to my heart.
Posted on 10.18.2005 at 1:46 AM
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