I quote: Lovers also distort reality, change their priorities and daily habits to accommodate the beloved, and often do inappropriate, dangerous, or extreme things to remain in contact with or impress this special other.
Even one's personality can change, known as "affect disturbance." Indeed, many smitten humans are willing to sacrifice for their sweetheart, even die for him or her. End quote.
Especially the threat that our lovers could leave us could lead to us acting in ways we later regret; we might stalk them, make a scene in public, or even use violence.
So it seems that being in love can make a sane and intelligent person crazy and stupid.
We become slaves to the 'irrational,' defenseless in the face of our biological impulses.
Philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer said that "directly after copulation, the Devil's laughter is heard:" meaning that in the abrupt clarity that arises after orgasm, after our lusts and desires for our partners have reached their conclusion, we realize that, yet again, we succumbed to biology.
The bodies we've copulated with suddenly seem much less appealing – why on Earth did we go mad for a sack of bones and flesh?
It's a sobering image, disappointing, but probably more realistic than the perfect, godlike image of the person we created in the first place.
Similarly, when we take off our love goggles, we'll see how delusional we've been during our frantic efforts to be with someone in the heat of romance.
We might then look at an ex-lover and think: "how in the world could I've fallen for that person." How did our human biology trick us into being temporarily infatuated by someone who, when we look at this individual with sober eyes, is absolutely bland – or in some cases, even downright unattractive?
