The Emotions and Senses
Now we all have emotions, and speaking for myself, and i would imagine many others, maternal love has to be the strongest, but what about the others Fear, Anger,Sadness, Happiness……is there a time in your life when one of these emotions has been paramount……and the senses……..Taste, Touch, Hear, Sight and Smell………whenever i hear The Fortunes singing ” You Got Your Troubles I Got mine ” i immediately feel nauseous, i was pregnant when i first heard this song and suffering bad sickness………the mind stores lots of memories…….wish it would kick this song out of the archives………..not asking anyone to divulge anything too personal……….as if you would….lol.
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Smell, they say, is the strongest association we have. Closely followed by hearing, so your reaction to that song is not entirely surprising.
I once heard a song played over and over again on a sea journey and couldn’t listen to it without getting upset for over 20 years after. Even now, it’s still hard to listen to it
Starlette, this is a broad topic and I don’t know where to focus but love is as close to divinity as we get. I know why jealousy is called the green eyed monster , it can turn a person into a monster and they will do terrible things, even murder; as in Othello and Desdemona.
As for our senses, they allow us to experience and perceive the wonderful and the awful.
Rose, love can be divine if it is mutual, cruel if it is not……….jealousy……..well i’m not even going there..lol xx
Once, after drinking Guinness….the insane brew that takes all reason prisoner. I Got engaged to a girl called Cynthia Pottinger———-A ghastly dynamic exhibit who read Nietzsche and had a laugh like waves breaking on a stern and rock bound coast. Heaven knows what my fate would have been had she not realized my shallowness, when sober, and cast me back amid the intellectual minnows.
The emotion I describe is relief.
Lol Lol Louis………relief…………. never thought of that one………step away from the Guinness..xx
I maybe be starting WW3 but you mention maternal love being the strongest emotion. It maybe, as you are really loving a part of yourself, and we are very self-centered people, but maybe it’s not. Maternal love is loving you. Nothing wrong with that. If you don’t love yourself, who will? Maternal love while great is usually, and I stress usually, an easy love, unless you are somehow disturbed. But to love someone that is not you in the least remote way, must be the strongest emotion ever, because that is when you are the most vulnerable. That’s when you put everything on the line, including your soul, or your essence or whatever you want to call it. That’s when you accept someone that is different than you. If you take that chance, will your love be betrayed? It’s very scary to be that vulnerable. It raises you to heights only the brave dare to go. Can’t think of any emotion that could be stronger.
one more addition to the emotion blog, being over emotional can cause chaos,
maternal love is a given, … narsasistic love is a problem….music stirs the emotions like no other……fragrences are often remembered with love….. but the greatest love of all is first love.. it,s never forgotten…..
Ah Lani, I remember a girl. And that’s all anyone’s getting. The memories are for me alone. lol
Way, you are a spoilsport…lol xx
And I remember a boy, a high school boy who was a greaser, turned brain surgeon as a man…the boy who my mother reminded me of at least 4 times a day that would never amount to anything….lol
Mothers arn’t always right………..shucks…..
I see where you are coming from Lo……….but i would kill for my kids…….wouldn’t for any man………..but the other love is a strong emotion also………yes, and we are very brave…or very stupid to open ourselves up to the unknown……….but we will continue to do so because of the strength of this love emotion…and of course we have to keep the human race ticking over……..cannot let society become extinct. xx
Why not Star? Always said god shoulda taken the Saturday off as well. lol
Lol lol Way…..answer for everything you have..xx
I find the gift of a little bit of love to a common stranger amazing – when humans extend a hand, a listening ear, a warm embrace to someone they dont know who clearly is in need. I used to work at a cemetery at night, on the weekends we staffed the cemetery offices. Many times elderly people would come in and not remember where their loved one was buried or entombed (mausoleum). Most of the staff would just take the person to their loved one, and excuse themselves and leave. Many times the visitor wanted to share about their loved one, tell you their life story so to speak. I could never walk away, I had to stay and listen. I held hands. I wiped tears. I shed tears. I laughed with them. I felt honored to know their story and told them so. The appreciation in their eyes and sometimes words was an unbelievable feeling, an emotion. I gave of myself, and got it back ten fold. It touched me just as much to see someone else doing the same thing. Love – given unconditionally with nothing expected in return even if only for a few minutes or an hour.
Helensophie, that is a wonderful true story! I think your time and listening ear/caring heart truly helped gave each of those people a bit of healing in their grief.
And I don’t doubt for one second that you received it back tenfold, that’s how unselfish love is!
No-one really dies until their deeds and their name are forgotten, they say. So in listening you extended a life.
We all remember those gone. In listening you helped to pass on a life gone. Gave them a few more years.
For those with lost ones and remembering, thanks for that. You did it good girl.
I have an example about smell. My mother worked as a beautician. I grew up in the beauty shop. She did hair and manicures. For years, she used a certain almond-scented lotion on the ladies’ hands after their manicures. A while after Mom died, I got a whiff of that kind of lotion, for the first time in years. WOW. It took me right back to when I was about 6, “helping” Mama at her shop. That experience surprised me! I’d heard that smell was a strong memory trigger, but didn’t realize how much until that happened to me.
Smells….some of the best days in my life was when I was a kid. Smell of my grade school and my desk when I opened the top of it, I could smell my pencils, crayons, glue, paper and clay. I (as an adult) volunteer as a mentor at grade schools and when I walk into the schools, there is that same wonderful smell. Especially the libraries. A new box of Crayola Crayons…they don’t smell the same these days. ( I bought a new box recently) Smell of freshly cut grass…as a kid I would run outside after my brother or father cut the grass and sink my little bare feet in the nice cool grass and get grass clippings all over my feet.
Weekly Readers…we would pass them around to each other in grade school and everyone would cover their face with them and SMELL !