I was thinking about love the other day and was wondering if other Dopers compare how much they love different people or things? If you are completely honest do you suprisingly love one person more than another?
My family and very close friends come at the top of my list. They mean more to me than anything. But I’ve always thought I did love my boyfriend. Now I am not so sure… because I feel like I love my cat, Milly, a lot more. That feels slightly wrong.
I’m not sure how I am judging how much I love a person. Maybe how I feel when they are in pain or ill, or what it would be like if they died (god forbid), or how much I miss them when they are away. But to me it says a lot that I feel more for my cat than my boyfriend of two years!
The short answer is yes. Your cat is a cat, and you boyfriend is, presumably a human.
What would you think if your boyfriend opined that he might love his dog more than you? You would be hurt, and rightfully so.
Tell your BF about the fact that he deserves less love than your cat does. If he leaves you, well, good for him actually. If he stays, he’s not worth keeping. Either way, you have your priorities waay out of whack.
It’s fine to love pets, a lot even, but when that love outweighs the potential love for another human, you become the kind of cat lady that people are scared of. Find reality, then a boyfriend. Or, stay in love with the cat, and find an excellent vibrator. Don’t make the poor guy suffer due to your lack of rationality.
It might say something about the state of your relationship with your boyfriend, but then it might just also say something about where you’re at emotionally at the moment, or it might just be that you’re misinterpreting your feelings.
Rather than thinking about if something bad might happen, think about who you look forward to seeing the most at the end of the day, who you want to tell some good or bad news to, or who you’d be looking forward to seeing the most if you were away for a weekend.
How long have you had your cat? It could be that the cat is new, so it’s fresh and exciting, or it could be that the cat is old, and you’re starting to worry about how much longer it will live. Either of those could factor in how you’re feeling.
Hippo*, don’t listen to some of the idiotic responses above. They seem to be taking a view that you’re question is either/or. It’s not.
Which do I like better apples or oranges?
Well… it depends on the situation doesn’t it?
There’s times you want to be loved unconditionally, and there’s times you don’t. There’s times you want to have an intelligent conversation, and there’s you don’t. There’s times you want your toes licked, and…well, I guess they can both do that.
My point is that it is not a zero sum game. Love 'em both.
*Please, take no offense about me shortening your user name to “Hippo”, it’s just easier for me to type an animal name.
I don’t think I put my initial post across in the right way. Opps. I certainly didn’t mean it as seriously as it came out, and perhaps I shouldn’t have compared my boyfriend to my cat (though he finds this very amusing). The thread was meant to be about how love can feel different towards different people or things, and with different situations, like Monkey said.
Hmm, will think more about this, and perhaps how to phrase what I meant better. It is too late to edit now.
I don’t think that she’s saying that. It’s not a question of who deserves more or less love, it’s a question of how much love she feels towards each of them. And sexual love is certainly different than the love one feels towards one’s child, or one’s pet. I would be willing to bet serious money that the OP does not want to have sex with her cat. I mean, I’m crazy about my own cats, but I have no desire to have sex with them, even leaving aside the problems of size and such.
Theres nothing wrong with it, it just means you don’t love your boyfriend very much, if at all.
Again, nothing wrong with that. I didn’t particularly adore all the women I dated. So you’re lukewarm about your boyfriend, no big deal. If you were talking about your husband or child that’d be different.
I think I “rank” how much I love a person by how emotionally reliant I am on him or her. This is sort of like what you were saying in regards to what it would be like if that person died.
With certain people, while I undoubtedly love them, I do not think my day to day life would dramatically change as a result of their death. But I have a couple friends who I feel an urgent need to talk to every time something exciting or upsetting happens. I guess the word that I’m looking for isn’t so much reliant, more that I share a lot of my life experiences with them so they can feel proud or worried or what have you along with me. Those are the people who I’d say I love the most.
I think that if we measure in terms of which of them is more a part of Hippo’s everyday life, and whose absence would be more upsetting, it might make perfect sense for the cat to come out on top here. If I remember correctly (and please let me know if I don’t!), IHHIMG is young, her boyfriend probably doesn’t live with her.
I’d never say that I love my cats more than my boyfriend, but upon some reflection, I have to admit that I’d probably *miss *my cats more than my boyfriend in many circumstances, and when you add in the sense of responsibility that I feel for the cats’ welfare (and don’t feel for his, what with him being a grown man and all), I’d be way more upset at losing a cat than at us breaking up. (To clarify, I would be more upset about something bad happening to my boyfriend than something bad happening to my cats, but if he just wanders off of his own accord, I’m not exactly the type to pine.)
Love is supposed to feel different towards different people (or animals). You don’t feel the same towards your parents and your (hypothetical) children or best friends or whoever.
Most of the time, if you’re a parent, you don’t even feel the same towards your various children; they’re individuals with different needs. While you love them the same amount, it’s expressed a bit differently to each kid.
However, if you love your cat more than your boyfriend, you probably shouldn’t marry your boyfriend. Wait until you find someone you love more than your cat. That doesn’t have to be this week, though.
Some cats add comfort, joy, and pleasure to your life. Most people don’t. If one had to choose saving your cat’s life over the boyfriend’s life, basic humanity compels you to favor the boyfriend. But as far as valuing the relationship of one over another… well… some human partners add very little to one’s life, even when they’re not disagreeable. It’s not unreasonable to love a cat more than a person, but don’t lead that person into thinking that they’re anything more than your human pet.
I think there are too many different feelings covered by the word “love”, too.
Probably more people would agree you have the moral right to decide to end your relationship with your boyfriend, and let him move on and be responsible for himself without any lasting obligation on your part, than you have to do the same with your cat.
Probably many people would appreciate that you can get a more unconditional and total affection from your cat than from your boyfriend, too.
Love is infinite, so you can’t love something more than something else. I love my husband and two children all infinately. None more than the other.
Obviously, my love for my husband is different than that for my kids. And, perhaps less obviously if you don’t have kids, the love I have for each of my kids is unique.
I love my girlfriends in yet another way, and each uniquely because they are each an individual.
I love my pets, but differently. To me, they are animals, and I wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of them if I needed to for the kids (like one of them developed allergies). That might mean I love them “less”
I love chocolate too. But that’s a different meaning of the word love.
I had a girlfriend once that got a cockatiel for her kids. For their particular household and those particular kids, it was not the right kind of pet. It got to fly free in during the day–it squawked and shit over everything. Every evening when it came time to put it back in the cage, they spent a half hour or so chasing it down, stressing out everyone involved (not to mention the poor bird).
I offered my opinion that should have chosen a different pet, which started a huge argument. At one point I made the mistake of saying, “If you had to chose between me and the bird, which would it be?” Of course, the bird won out, and that was the beginning of the end. We broke up about six weeks later. We had other issues, but the tipping point was that damn cockatiel.
