Recently, I've fallen in love with ChewingSand's Time Of The Month (not that time of the month) and on her 2016 April one she commented on how she found home in the place she's currently living in. I dwelled on this (typical me) and I realised how much we just words with massive meanings as if they were small.
For example, much like Hazel said home means a lot to her. I noticed how often I call houses a home, but don't actually mean it. When I say home, I don't mean a house I mean the place where I feel happy and comfortable and not even notice it. It's the place where I can sing my heart out, cry and not feel vulnerable or even do little things when I'm alone like pee with the door open (tmi?). However, I still use the term home as if it was the word house.
It's the same with 'love', 'happiness and various other words we don't really think about the meaning like 'anxious'. Althought, the word "hate" doesn't apply to this and whenever I say it, there's is always a person to say "hate is a strong word" which I actually find really interesting. People's opinions normally seem to change when it turns to negative words, but yet we still use positive words without thinking of the meaning. Strange.
I have no idea if this has psychology behind it but as I have it for one on my exam options next year, I hope we touch on this subject.
Anyway, sorry for the small blog post, I have 3 massive exams coming up really soon so all I've been doing is revising but the thought was bugging me so I thought I'd ramble about it.
So, do you think the same? What's your definition of love, home or even hate? Tell me in the comments below!
Take care.
Little Old Me, logging off my Little Old World. Xxx
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