Recent events led me to consult the almighty Google for information about “chemistry”, what makes two people love each other. I found stuff that talked about chemicals in the brain, blah, blah, blah. Endorphins this, and dopamine that. But wait, what if that’s all there is to it? Then I read about people becoming addicted to the checmicals, and that’s why they stay in relationships – that monogamy is programmed into us. The people who hop from relationship to relationship are addicted to the set of chemicals found in the beginning of the relationship.
[NOTE: there was more to this post originally, but it got eaten by the internets, so I wrote the paragraph below the next morning]
The whole think smacks of “no choice” and “no control” in the sense that my brain doesn’t get to pick. I can’t adapt to a situation. It’s always going to be square peg – round hole or round peg – round hole. No in between is what I get from my reading. It’s like a form of fate, which makes me uneasy because I want to control my own life. I don’t want to think that I’m just an observer in a fleshy man chair.