Love has certainly been around:
Love for politics gets you started running for your head of neighborhood watch hoping it would be your stepping stone to something a little bigger in seven to ten years' time, say, a country's prez.
Love for your job lands you in a position envied to death by your peers: Your boss's shoeshine boy (or girl). You might wanna watch where you park your vehicle at your office building parking lot here. Closest to the security post is recommended. Or under your office window--provided you don't spend too much of your working hours tending to your boss's needs in your boss's room.
Love for a type of music puts you at odds with those not listening to similar kind of music: You listen to your music wanting the whole world to have the same appreciation you have to it, to sing with you, to shout at the sky of the glory which are the notes, the power within the lyrics, the strength the verses possess, the delicacy the arrangement delivers, the harmony wrung out of the diverse instruments played with such precision bordering on miraculous. Music from Dismember, Slayer, Cradle of Filth, Judas Priest comes to mind...
Someone plays his, or her, favorite music--whose singer you'd just love to see give a never ending concert at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean with all the singer's fans attending--out loud for all the world to hear, you grind your teeth trying to keep your cool and not to run up to the person and tear him, or her, a new windpipe. You do not forget to bring your headsets wherever you go. Period.
Love for learning invites questions from mostly senior members of your great big family (grannies, great aunts and the likes): "You're a Doctor, now, dear? How wonderful. When are you going to get married?" "You're doing your thesis now? How nice? When are you going to get married?" "You're getting a full grant for that Fellowship program? Bless you. When are you going to get married?" etc. and grants you titles bestowed by those close or not-so-close to you: (Note on those not-so-close to you: There comes a time when you see someone, learn a thing or two (that's right: A thing or TWO)about that person, such the person's name and age, and you feel like that you know the person enough to pass judgement): Withered Flower, Cold Donkey, Mrs. D----, etc.
Love for money has you knock on doors, open drawers, shuffle paper, clear throat, check stationery, steal glances, have second thought, think better off it, draw lines, feel like taking a downer, or oft times, upper. Go figure.
Love for your children gets you to do some of the coolest things around: Go down on all four so that they can donkey-ride you (for little tykes, of course), teach them how to dribble a ball and watch them look at you with those admiring eyes that fly you straight to heaven (the fact that you were the lousiest athtlete in your high school loses its significance here), dig in the dirt to find those earth worms and teach them biology (That's right: Biology is very much about digging in the dirt and finding worms), spray water from the hose in a hot afternoon to create a rainbow (which lasts for about three seconds after spraying for about 20 minutes) and teach them physics (That's right: Physics is all about playing with colors. And lots of water), eat half of their ice cream after saying that too much ice cream is not good for them... What? One is supposed to put his his kids to school, feed them good food, sing them lullabies and help them with their homework??? Oops..
