It's Getting Hot in Here...

So, here's the thing. I feel I don't know enough of either side of the story on global warming to win a national debate. But I have picked a side, anyway, using the following logic:

Situation 1:
Global warming is a real threat:
+ I do nothing = imminent doom
+ I change my environmental habits = increased chance of safety

Situation 2:
Global warming is not a real threat:
+ I do nothing = doesn't matter
+ I change my environmental habits = doesn't  matter (or probably some improvement)

So, even if Situation 2 is true, I'd rather avoid the ramifications of Situation 1 by playing it safe. That's using "logic." My gut feeling, though, is that we as humans need to take responsibility NOW and do something about sustainability. And I do feel that way quite strongly.

Now watch the video I posted a little earlier today (courtesy of WWF) and spread the word about Earth Hour!!!!

P.S. Our planet doesn't need saving, a planet is just a planet - crust, molten rock, and iron core. It's OURSELVES that need saving. Kthxbai.

Earth Hour 2011: Beyond the Hour

"You're Alright but I'm Here, Darling, To Enjoy the Bar"

It's Sunday evening and I'm feeling a little drained of energy. This week was hectic. But I've decided to come out of my cave of isolation and write a blog entry.

My topic is that of of l'amour. But moreso about me.  (My browser is telling me "moreso" isn't a word? Is this right? Educate me, readers!)

There are many different kinds of love, but I will be referring hereafter to romantic love.

Once a month, I ponder about my love life and of what I want long-term. I attribute these thoughts that occur to me in a timely manner to hormonal fluctuations. Which also makes me contemplate how love (or the notion of it) is such an interesting concoction of chemical reactions in the brain and body (or should I say reproductive organs). I mean, it's hard enough to describe love in words, but it's also weird how we involuntarily feel the flipping of tummies, increased heart rate, etc. Also, love seems to be a hot topic in most cultures - just observe the movies and music of the world. Not to mention the profound effect of love existed before Shakespeare's time and will last continue to last beyond our lifetimes. That's what we think when we're swooning under the effects of dopamine and endorphins, anyway.

Here's my question to you. I guess we all have a certain "love" personality, in the sense of how we react to love and romantic relationships. Some of us are commitment-phobes while some of us plan the embroidery on our wedding dresses on a daily basis. I myself am terribly susceptible to the love bug and quite sensitive about it all (darn it!). But lately, I've been attempting to squash away my natural tendencies and think objectively of my fifty-six lovers (...). Kind of like the song that the title of this entry is referring to.

So. Do you think it's possible to train yourself to react to this ever-intriguing feeling differently than what you've been doing since you hit puberty? Is it possible for me to eventually not be a complete sap? Or will my "natural instincts" persist, like a personality trait?

Hope you're all having a great weekend and enjoy Family Day tomorrow (nominated for most random holiday ever?)!