Is it love or infatuation?

The following list was taken from http://www.drirene.com/isitlove.htm. I was just curious myself. And I have posted too much on my personal blog today, so I am putting this here. Always a good reminder!

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Infatuation is instant desire. It is one set of glands calling to another.
Love is a friendship that has caught fire. It takes root and grows, one day at a time.

Infatuation is marked by a feeling of insecurity. You are excited and eager, but not genuinely happy. There are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces about your beloved that you would just as soon not examine too closely. It might spoil the dream.

Love is quiet understanding and the mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by his/her presence even when he/she is away. Miles do not separate you. You want him/her nearer, but near or far, you know he/she is yours and you can wait.

Infatuation says, "We must get married right away! I can't risk losing you!"

Love says, "Be patient. Do not panic. Plan your future with confidence."

Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement. If you are honest, you can admit it is difficult to be in one another's company unless you are sure it will end - in intimacy.

Love is the maturation of friendship. You must be friends before you can be lovers.

Infatuation lacks confidence. When he/she is away you wonder if he/she is cheating. Sometimes you check.

Love means trust. You are calm, secure and unthreatened. Your beloved feels that also and that makes them even more trustworthy.

Infatuation might lead you to do things you will regret later, but love never will.

Love is an upper. It makes you look up. It makes you think up. It makes you a better person.

Currently Sue

I am knitting my first ever pair of socks! The cat in the background there is Norbert, who lives next door to me.

PS I am off to New York City (oh yes!) this weekend -- see you all soon.

UUH!!!

Uuh!! IT IS FINISHED. I wrote my last exam today, and so frickin amazing. Today I have graduated and cut my ties with the University of Toronto. After 3 long years of this crazy competetive rat race, and Its OVER! Yes over over over over over over over over!

Let me tell you about my last exam, cuz oh yes, the adrenaline was rushing through my veins when I walked out of that drafty, flourescent humming light gym. I ran part of the way home, when there were no other people on the sidewalk, so that I wouldn't appear too silly. So I went into the exam with an A+ and figured out that to maintain my grade I needed 82% on the exam, and even less if I were to settle for an A. Don't get the wrong impression, I don't get A+'s all the time, but this was Logic and I OWN logic.

So yeah, the class average was way too high this semester so the prof clearly made the exam harder to bring that baby down. So it took a while and a few minor freak outs to get 7 out of 8 questions done. The last question (which I didn't need for the 82%) I wasn't getting, it was a hugely complicated derivation in predicate logic. So I decided I'd spend the last half hour messing around with it, see if anything came about.

I Solved that sucker! Yes believe it folks, through 34 lines of derivation I churned out that mofo and could have very well completely aced that exam, average lowering powers and all. Uuh! This is what I felt like:

That's right, big shiny kool aid pitcher man. Oh Yeah. It really pays to be a 4th year Math/Linguistics student in a second year Logic class. Showed all those pewney (sp?) second years who thought it was hard. Pfft!

Ah, guilt free ranting, I love it. I don't have to be studying now! No no friends! I can do whatever I like. I can read a book, wander around Toronto, sleep in until 1pm, yes the world is my oyster. Now I think my booya is done, so I will leave you an image that came to me when all this awesomeness started, which was just before 10pm tonight (Tuesday). I think it was because I was doing the pelvic thrust thing, you know, with your hands in fists, pulling your arms down at your sides and just gruting, "Uuh!" That's right. You heard me.

--Bethany <><

London pics are available

Possible here, if I did this right.

By the White Cliffs of Dover