A Lovely Paradox

I know that I have not written in a while (mainly because I, once again, have nothing exciting to say and because medical school has, obviously, become a lot harder) and I cannot help but feel slightly sad that I cannot find the time to come up with something witty to say. I cannot make any promises that I will try harder to keep posting because, well, let's face it, wrapping my mind around Neurophysiology is slightly more important than devoting time to blogging about my unrequited loves, overtly feminist opinions, and obnoxious rants. Yet, I was approached by someone the other day (a fan of the blog and a longtime fan of me) who had some interesting insight to share. She has only come into her writing abilities somewhat recently, but I feel as though her voice must be heard and her opinions shared. She writes with a sense of honesty that I find refreshing and a level of self-deprecation that is sad yet aware. She was kind enough to share her words and feelings with me and I feel obligated to share them with you too. I would love to hear feedback on her piece (as well as mine) so please feel free to comment.
I hope you all enjoy this guest author's work...I know I did.

A Lovely Paradox

Why do I continue to stare at his name hoping and willing that he will call or instant message? Why do I intermittently remove and then replace his screen name? Why do I think about him day in and day out- from the moment my eyes awaken in the morning to the moment I lay my head on the pillow? Why am I tormenting myself?
It’s quite astounding how the mind works. Assumingly, from a developmental standpoint, humans are endowed with rational and logical capabilities which allow for man to, as he matures and experiences the many facets of life, to grapple the difference between right and wrong. Although such recognition pertains to all areas of existence, I would like to focus on the superficially minute yet mentally cloaking sensation called love.
It has come to my attention that logic and common sense evaporate with love. As a direct result of the above said, we neglect our human privilege and mastery of right and wrong, and create a parallel universe in which immoral behavior becomes acceptable and allowable. We- and I use this pronoun sensitively- condone and excuse deplorable, selfish, and obviously improper conduct in order to allow for what we consider to be love. But how can this be? The above said is the complete antithesis to logic- a defining trait unique to mankind- to allow for irrational behavior to seamlessly fit into what is supposed to be a logical framework.
An analogy: Upon discovering a flaming stove, a curious youth will most likely touch it to discover if he or she would warm up- like the food. After a second or too, the child will realize that his or her hand has been burnt to blisters. But, does this discourage the youngster from placing his or her palm on the burning stove once again? Probably not. Just as the child intentionally and illogically allowed for him or herself to get marred, so too, does the hopelessly and foolishly in love female. We make the same mistakes repeatedly- we burn our hands (replace hands with our heart if you will) over and over again until we become absolutely numb to the pain. Why would an individual endowed with logic and reason ever deliberately hurt him or herself? The answer- logic is completely uninvolved in love- all contemplation and problem solving are derived from the heart, and the heart alone. Although on the onset the above said seems utterly romantic, it is in fact, detrimental and injurious. To think with the heart is to disallow oneself the safety net of right and wrong. Point taken.