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April 2008

As I grow older, I find there are more interesting and complex ideas in life that deserve attention. With this knowledge, new experiences and (especially this year) new cultures to explore, I have the overwhelming urge to join the hundreds of millions of bloggers online and share my experiences. Check back often for the uniquely quirky scrawl of Andy Holland.



"Limerence: The Experience of Being 'in Love'"
A Special Feature Article
Monday, 28th April 2008, 18:33 GMT

 

One of the most potent forces in human existence”: the experience of being in love. During my time abroad, I’ve had chance to reflect on broader emotions that define human existence. In fact, I’ve personally experienced one that I can honestly say has completely clarified my outlook on life as a whole.

 

Limerence Defined

 

Limerence is a word that not many people will recognise, yet it is one of the most powerful emotional forces that a human can endure. Dorothy Tennov, a groundbreaking psychologist, first coined the term back in the 1970s as the phenomenon known as “romantic love” revealed itself to her. Most people experience limerence at one or many points in their life, yet many confuse it for mere lust or love... it is far beyond the boundaries that both terms define!

 

My experience of limerence began like that of any other one of Tennov’s anecdotes; it entered my life rather pleasantly. A new face, a new culture, entered my life. I was simply ready to succumb to the savage, emotional brutality that was to follow. I had a new centre to base my thoughts around; I had found my limerent object (LO). Like most LOs, mine was not aware of the true nature of my motivations; neither in fact - at first - was I!

 

© sunshin.org
The 'false high' of limerence is wholly involuntary

 

In some ways I suppose I was “ready” for the limerent process to begin; in some ways it was the process that was most unknown and farthest from even the extreme crevices of my mind. Nevertheless, the limerent progression was instigated; that one look, that one phrase; the interpretation of events that sparks undue, uncontrollable and obsessive cerebral activity.

 

Limerence's Distict Features 

 

I can only speak from my particular bout of this emotional disturbance, but as Tennov discovered, it seems that many people experience the limerent process in exactly the same way. It begins at a point crucially discernable in time and pulsates in intensity dependant on the reciprocation of feeling or interpretation or reciprocation of feeling from the LO. Back in 2007 the grip of ecstasy, elation and buoyancy befell me. It swooped and enduringly captured me – I became limerence’s prey. I was instantly hooked. I began dancing about the inner-most regions of the mind; I flourished during the day under a virtual ray of sunshine that endlessly illuminated my path; and quite importantly, I yearned for the next scene with my LO.

 

The feeling of being free, floating on air is reported by many a limerent. I was no exception to this rule; the beginning of the limerence progression was fantastic! I could literally smile with euphoric glee! This is the reason Tennov believes anybody lets limerence fester; I know I certainly did! At first, every sentence that my LO articulated in precise fluency would be regarded as sign of reciprocation of feeling; in fact I believe that is exactly what instigated the limerent cycle. It wasn’t that I was looking for it, more it found me as I became quickly fascinated by the new person in my life. I do not understand, nor attempt to understand, how my LO became the one; the only one. The only knowledge that still remains is that I saw something that I felt I desired and deliberated; the prospect of true love. I truly believed my LO restrained their feelings and that an exceptionally unique bond was taking form. Ironically, it was the thought that they were the one who was pursuing me that took me in further and allowed me to surrender to limerence’s involuntary force.

 


The advice to limerents is to gain as much knowledge as possible, whilst trying to avoid future instances occuring

 

The Symptoms of Limerence 

 

Intrusive, yet exceedingly blissful, thinking about my LO began; acute longing for vivid reciprocation of feeling painfully burrowed deeper and deeper into the mid-chest region; a dependency on LO’s actions (or at least the perceived actions in respect of the likelihood of unambiguous reciprocation); were just the start of my limerent symptoms.

 

Tennov describes in detail each symptom that usually accompanies limerence (and in my case, certainly did). There is an inability to be limerent in respect of more than one person; there may be ephemeral relief from unrequited limerence through imagination of an action founded in reality that represents overt reciprocation; fear of rejection is paramount to securing uncertainty and revealing of limerent feeling towards LO; intensification of limerent passion through adversity; excruciating sensitivity to any act, thought, condition or event that could be interpreted favourably, as well as the remarkable ability to concoct explanations for why LO does not reveal hidden passion; general intensity of feeling; and the inconceivable capacity to accentuate admirable features of LO, as well as put a positive spin on the negative.

 

Is Sexual Attraction Really Involved?

 

The only feature of Tennov’s research which, in my experience I have to question, is that of sexual attraction. She felt it inherent to the limerent process; I disagree. Despite her admittance that sexual attraction is not enough to satisfy the needs that limerent passion demands, she stipulates that sexual attraction must be present for LO to become LO. This, in my experience, was untrue. At no time during the progression of my limerence did I once feel any sexual attraction toward LO; the passion was wholly spiritual; a level of which I had not felt before, have not felt since, and don’t particularly wish to feel again. Having thought about this, I think that the lack of sexual attraction was one of the reasons why my limerence did not wane more quickly; I was completely spellbound in this heavenly and entirely spiritual feeling.

 


Certain conditions are needed for limerence to fully develop

 

There are certain conditions that Tennov observed however (ones that I fully agree with) that perpetuate the progression of limerence through to its maximum intensity. She identified uncertainty (in reciprocation of feeling) as being a key factor to limerence’s survival. This can also be the case where there is an external factor that places a barrier before disclosure of feeling, societal or parental constraint for example. For me, uncertainty was crucial. Uncertainty about LO’s feelings effected continual thinking about possible scenarios for overt reciprocation. In turn, hope returned when my psyche found a plausible scenario (i.e. one rooted in reality). This mélange of hope and uncertainty intensified limerent-induced thoughts so much that every waking second (and possibly every sleeping one) orbited around my LO.

 

Anecdotal Research

 

A typical day would involve waking up with LO instantly available as a sharply-focused image in the forefront of my mind; taking a shower with LO’s face sewn onto the fabric of my wash mitten and looking into the mirror whilst brushing the teeth with LO’s possible whereabouts and present actions flashing past behind me. I would then dress and leave my room with a gigantic grin smeared across my face as one plausible moment of overt reciprocation was invented; I would sit in lectures day-dreaming about the next possible meeting with LO, how I would behave, what I would say, how I could successfully conceal this involuntary infatuation that was enveloping every moment of my life, and most importantly how I could reinforce hope and gain some certainty regarding the status of LO’s reciprocal feeling. The day would then wind up by lying awake for hours on end trying to formulate ever more outrageous and outlandish scenarios in which LO could finally reveal their true feeling. Even when I did succeed in sleeping (usually at ridiculous hours of the morning), I would wake the following day having dreamt about LO in an equally outlandish scenario that included the “moment of consummation”. The moment of consummation being the ultimate goal that limerence strives for; emotional commitment on the part of LO equal to the level that I (the limerent) was feeling.

 


Involuntary, intrusive thought is just one of the symptoms

 

The climax of limerent fantasy in my case was that, which Tennov describes as oft-observed and oft-reported; an “unusual, often tragic, event”. My particular scenario, which although not tragic, was as Tennov described; rooted in reality. A vivid, colourful and loud dream transported me forwards in time about one week from the then present... to a party that would be taking place and a possible scenario that could, quite possibly, lead to the ultimate goal of limerent fantasy...

 

...The blaring disco lights were blinding as I slowly navigated the winding, steel staircase down towards the basement where the party was already in full swing. My LO stood animatedly expressing their thoughts to a third party, briefly acknowledging my entrance before turning their back and continuing the triviality that is small talk. I began crucially observing LO, nitpicking at each word, phrase, facial expression and scrutinizing body language, trying to identify possible reasons for being snubbed. When LO was left alone on the dance floor by the third party, the room slowly fell silent. The superfluous crowd melted away into the darkness as LO turned slowly to face me. This was my chance; this was, the beginning of the end. It was now or never... “I love you”.

 


Both waking as well as sleeping thought is taken over

 

LO was silent. A dud facial expression physically whacked my heart with tremendous force. I turned and ran up the winding staircase once more. As I reached half-way, I felt a shiver trickle down from the top of my spine. My LO was following. I turned and looked down, our eyes directly fixated toward each other. “I love you too”. A hug that lasted an eternity followed. Limerent fantasy had run its course and the moment of consummation had come. The feeling of blissful union was more transcendent than any words can possibly describe.

 

Acute Intensity of Feeling 

 

Limerent ‘false high’ is unlike anything I’d ever experienced... even if it was within a dream. I woke up the next morning genuinely believing that this scenario would play-out in reality. One week later and I was back in the deep dark valley of limerent depression; reality was much harsher and far less “ideal” than the dream.

 

I was too fearful of rejection, exactly like Tennov foretold. In reality, my LO left before I could – or ever would have – disclosed any feeling. Hope and uncertainty were prolonged. Hope, uncertainty and roadblocks in turn prolong limerence. It was a vicious, nasty and savage circle of emotional elation followed by dreary, depressive, inexplicable moods that were wholly dependent on LO’s actions, or the perception of them at least. Literally anything my LO said or did could be (and can still be) recalled with precision to be analysed again and again for any sign of reciprocation.

 

Glutton for Punishment
The Wish for Limerence to End vs. Reluctance to Let Go
 

 

The intensity of feeling ebbs and flows and can sometimes be barely sensed. In my experience, the above-mentioned dream drew maximum intensity back into play, as a possible (plausible) scenario for reciprocation was invented. The depressing half of limerence is the half that tries to bring the psyche back to normality (if that exists anymore), whilst the other half of limerence – the one that drives elation and blissful, intrusive thinking – perpetuates the limerent progression and refuses to allow you to return to complete control over consciousness – the state of non-limerence.

 

© Clipart ETC 2003
Literature is full of references to limerence - Image © 2003 http://etc.usf.edu/clipart

 

Tennov came up with little advice for those who are experiencing limerence; apart from "running like hell" the next time a "flicker of feeling" appears. It is an anomaly in human evolution that remains today just as it ever did; ancient literary works are full of limerent references. In fact, due to the intensity of limerence and the fear of self-disclosure, many a limerent (including myself) scribe their experiences in remarkable detail, to help come to terms with the uncontrollable emotion of it all. Additionally, limerents tend to write in the 3rd person, thus further protecting themselves from disclosure of feeling.

 

The Importance of Limerence
A Call for Further Research
 

 

Limerence is a hugely fascinating and extremely important part of human existence. In order that we can both cope when feeling limerent as well as having the ability to recognise when we become an LO to another, it is important that we know about the research of Tennov. Limerence can break up marriages, ruin lives and destroy friendships. By simply recognising that it is a natural state of mind and is generally time-limited, perhaps we can all lead our lives more pleasantly; not only when experiencing limerence, but also when we become an LO ourselves.

 

© psxextreme.com 2008
The average "bout" of limerence lasts between 18 months and 3 years - Image © 2008 psxextreme.com

 

Tennov estimates that, on average, the duration of limerence is between 18 months and 3 years. She expands this estimate by saying that the longer durations are usually observed in those who experience maximum limerent intensity. Although I feel my limerence has waned dramatically and is no longer perceptible, I have been changed by the experience; I have meandered through regions of my mind that I didn’t know existed and had many a true-light shed on my emotional consciousness. My limerence did not reach the average 18 month mark, yet I am still fearful of its savage return, especially within this post-18 month period; a slip of the tongue by my LO or a conceptual dream that fabricates a plausible scenario for LO’s reciprocation of feeling could easily spark intrusive thought once again.

 

Tennov’s book Love and Limerence: The Experience of Being in Love is just a preliminary report on an academically neglected subject, its purpose is to open a field for investigation. I say, let’s promote this investigation... Limerence is colossal.

 

Dorothy Tennov, Love and Limerence (New York, Stein and Day 1979)

 

I hope you enjoyed this extra-special featured article. I've written it in the hope of sparking further debate about a much neglected topic. I would relish any comments you may have, especially from those who feel enlightened by a "new" topic. I will post the best comments here.


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"Lost in Translation"
Wednesday, 23rd April 2008, 19:59 GMT

andyholland.co.uk wird bilingual.
Or in english... andyholland.co.uk is becoming bilingual. In my new year's message for the website, I recall promising to deliver more content to the website as well as some new features. As I sat writing content articles for work, a brainwave of an idea came to me... why not translate my whole website into German.

And that's exactly what my last week and a half has revolved around.

Technicalities of the Bilingual Feature

You may have noticed that the site has undergone a few updates. In promising myself that I could deliver a bilingual website, I didn't really realise the work I'd challenged myself to complete. Not only did I need to translate the content from my native language into a foreign one, but I had to also change the entire structure of the website so that bilingual shared menus could be created as well - not to mentioned graphics!

This is easier said than done; especially when taking into consideration the fact that this website is built on the foundations of an outdated Frontpage-developed code. I've stripped the whole site down however and have now hopefully fixed all the issues that come hand in hand with doing so.

Technicalities of Translation

The Translation Process

Translating into a foreign language is said to be the most difficult. Indeed I found it was. My style of writing is quite quirky. As such, it is extremely hard to capture the nuances when translating. Take for example my homepage.
 
"Welcome to the Virtual Abode of Andy Holland"

In German, I'm not sure if the nuance that comes with abode can be used in the context of a website and to be honest I'm not sure if it now sounds right in English (or if it ever did?). The problem with translating from a native language into the foreign, is that nuances often get lost, your personal writing style can become confused in the complicated and unfamiliar grammatical structure, not to mention the actual vocabulary range that I find I use.

Whilst I utilise my time translating the website and trying to get the new feature up and running, I take my hat off to those who translate professionally; especially literature. Literary translators have an overwhelming job. The nuances of the language that must be first understood in the foreign language and then captured in the native is like trying to get up at 6:30 every morning. I'm sure some people manage it (literary translating that is), as novels are continually translated. It's certainly a skill I've yet to fully develop.

Hopefully this practise I'm getting now will help me develop that skill further. Skills that I find interesting are ones that I tend to strive for with the largest motivation. Unfortunately some of them fall by the way-side as life takes over. Nevertheless, this one is certainly one I'm going to continue developing for a little time yet.

Watch this space...

"Bis bald!... See you soon!"
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"Always forgive your enemies..."
Monday, 14th April 2008, 19:32 GMT

"...but never forget their names!" Having had an absolutely thrilling day at work with my new colleagues, I hopped onboard the U2 at 6pm on the way to the supermarket to organise tonight's evening meal, which I hoped would involve some form of chicken.

WARNING:
All characters contained within this entry are references to real persons, now living or dead, it is not purely coincidental.

A quick look down the refrigerated aisle revealed that Germany does indeed have a chicken shortage, at least of the breasted variety: plenty of legs, but all the breasts had been ferreted from the shelves. This was the first minor thing that began to add a sour edge to what was previously a very good day.

The second item, which slightly annoyed and made for a more stressful shopping trip, was the lack of biscuits, of the chocolate covered rich tea variety. Not only that but there was also no fresh semi-skimmed milk to dip them in.

Real Supermarkets - Zero stock, zero customer service...
real,- Supermarkets - Zero stock, zero customer service.

Finally, having queued at a checkout for near-on 20 minutes, I felt the rather rare stab of someone's unblinking stare in the arch of my back. Upon turning around, a dishevelled man asked (in German of course) if he was correct in thinking that I'd joined the checkout queue at an inappropriate place. I replied (in German), that I believed that his wife and I had joined the queue at around the same time and as such didn't believe I was in the wrong. Unfortunately for me, upon hearing the English accent filtering through my panicked tone, an even more dishevelled, wrinkly goat of a man, who was clearly just in need of his twelfth coffee of the day decided to join in on the quarrel.

Paraphrasing on the translation here of course, "Yes my son, you were in the wrong, the queue started way back here! Get to the back of the line!" Upon apologising nicely and stating that I was unaware of any wrong doing, the ridged horns of the goat-faced man's head became erect and the sweaty hairs lunging from his ear lobes began to vibrate. I offered to allow both the goat and Wayne and Waynetta slob to go before me in the queue. (Fair enough wouldn't you say?)

Not for the lovely friendly Germans it wasn't. The goat croakily retorted that because I had violated a fundamental law of grocery shopping queuing, I must re-join the line at the very back-end. This would have meant that I would now be looking at a 50 minute trip into the supermarket. 50 minutes for a chicken breast that wasn't available anyway! I politely asked the rhino of a gentleman behind the goat whether or not it would be okay to let the goat and the slobs through and I slot in just in-front of him...

"...not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin", he snored as he spat putrid sputum from his already foaming mouth, "I've been waiting in this queue for an eternity too!" he added. So off I walked, as the polite English do, to the very end of the queue, to begin my 20 minute wait all over again.

Wayne and Waynetta Slob © BBC
©2008 BBC Productions - Wayne and Waynetta Slob

Enraged as I was at the obviously National Socialistic thinking of this collection of old g*ts I encountered today at the supermarket (which incidentally, will
not
open a new checkout if you are waiting in line more than 2 minutes), I still maintain that the majority of Germans are extremely friendly. It's a pity therefore that these sad few "people", who get themselves in a frenzy about something and nothing, are feeding the stereotypical view that all Germans have no sense of humour, walk around all day with their stern frowns never turning up-side-down and are generally arrogant in nature.

I very nearly stooped to their level and said something I would probably have regretted. Now I feel like the more mature person. They can hold onto their bureaucratic queuing system... I have the power of the English accent (however much regionalised) and customer service at its best at my disposal!

"Bis bald!... See you soon!"

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"Today is the Yesterday You Worried About Tomorrow"
Sunday, 13th April 2008, 21:02 GMT

"No wise man ever wished to be younger". Or so I kept telling myself as the next birthday rolled by. With a crazily busy month over with, I've finally got around to blogging the last months events and publishing an unpublished entry for march (see March).

As I sit here at 21:26pm wondering what to do for the next one and a half hours before I must hit the hay, I reflect on the month that has gone by and smile as the happy events flick through my head, like the pages of a feel-good novel.

Birthday Celebrations

I've reached that age now, however, at which birthdays are no longer something to wish for and look forward to, without the feeling of dread filtering through the stomach. In fact the prospect of the next one is affecting my ability to type. Thank the lord it is nearly a year away. Having said that however, it was a pleasure and has been an absolutely fantastic, birthday-celebrating couple of weeks. The family have been great, visiting me abroad (despite the horrific weather conditions) sending me lovely, generous birthday wishes and gifts. Friends have wished me well whilst in Germany and people I didn't even know beforehand have sung Happy Birthday. Overall it has been a month of general frivolity and happiness - and one which I have gobbled up like a 500g bar of Cadbury's dairy milk.


Nina (The ORIGINAL studdybuddy) and myself at my Birthday meal

Getting Dhaun in Dhaun

For my actual birthday, I was in a castle in the south west of Germany, Schloss Dhaun, with Warwick university lecturers and course friends. Although at first, the prospect of studying Kafka and analysing texts in detail wasn't exactly a great one, the actual day turned out to be spectacularly exciting and enjoyable. Kafka, having not studied it in too much detail before was surprisingly pleasant and actually was the source of many a laughing fit. The evening was then spent with a variety of sweeties from the equally sweet Ms. Taylor and plenty of Weissbier.


A little Bohemian Rhapsody gentlemen? - 29th March 2008 - Hannah Schmitz vocal coaches the crowd

The Saturday evening (29th March 2008) was simply stunning. A live band from 9pm till the wee hours of the morning was great. Even better however were the lecturers (later named "The Faculty") showing off their musical talents with an assortment of classic tracks. Live piano, bass guitar, drums and singing was a pleasure and especially as they had only previously played together for an hour's practise session beforehand! Superb! I have so much respect for these guys! A certain person's rendition (in German) of 'Mack the Knife' will not be forgotten. Just as enjoyable was hijacking the piano and forcing the course mates to sing bohemian rhapsody at the tops of their voices (see picture above).

Without going into too much detail, naked sauna experiences ("when in Rome...") finished off the frivolities in the Schloss and I heartily thank all for helping make my birthday so memorable. It was a delight!


The real work begins...

I'm now back to real life after the month of celebrations and probably the closest I've been to living in the "real world". I'm completing an internship at an online marketing and e-business consultancy firm. As suspected the work is a little "limited" to start off with, but hopefully I will soon be utilising a bit more german language knowledge and furthering my computing skills. The colleagues are super friendly and already have welcomed me on a few nights out...

The Hamburger Dom
From left to right (colleagues at work): Lucy, Lucy, Isabel, Stephan and Shaké - The Dom in Hamburg - 11th March 2008

Although it's certainly sad to say goodbye to day-to-day life in Kiel, especially some of the amazing friends I've made there......here's to the next five exciting and enjoyable months...

"Bis bald!... See you soon!"

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