What have you learned about being in love?

I've learned that being "in love" is really self-karma... in which the "infected" person is outer-directed to such an extent that they don't see how the object of their desire is really nothing more than a distorted mirror reflection being held up to them.

Less abstractly, we "blame" the other person for making us feel the way we do... giddy and goofy, emotionally puddled and hormonally maxxed out.

But hold the phone...

When such person's karma mate does not fulfill the role that has been assigned to them with high expectations to continue feeding the insatiable craving for more juice, more sex, more play, more stuff, more attention, more more more everything, the "house of cards" comes tumbling down unexpectedly.

"You (fill in the blank) !!! Why won't you love me like you used to?"

The breakdown is inevitably followed by anger, frustration, tears, argumentum-ad-hominem, etc., until holding the breath and stamping the feet no longer get the same response that they did as a child with mommy or daddy.

And life moves on whether we like it or not.

But, as sung by Steely Dan, "You go back, Jack, and do it again...wheel turnin' round and round..."

Sooner or later this "vicious cycle" gets boring and you wake up to what's being perpetrated. Or, more accurately, what you're perpetrating on your self. Then you either go back for another wild ride on the reincarnation roller coaster, or you leave the theme park for good, no regrets, and whistle into eternity with a big grin on your face.

Welcome to my sandbox.