Love and Chemistry: A Lab Experiment

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The discussion revolves around the complexities and humorous analogies of love, likening it to various experiences, including chemistry and everyday objects. Participants express that love can be both beautiful and painful, often using playful metaphors like "a box of chocolates" and "a TV remote" to illustrate its unpredictable nature. There’s a recurring theme of love being difficult to define, with some suggesting that if it can be easily described, it may not be true love. The conversation also touches on personal experiences and frustrations with love, humorously comparing it to annoying situations, such as dealing with a car being towed or the antics of penguins. Overall, the thread captures a light-hearted yet poignant exploration of love's multifaceted nature, blending humor with deeper reflections on relationships.
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Love is like a chemistry lab. You may find your soulmate and make beautiful chemistry with them, or, in my case, spill nitric acid on my hand.
 
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I thought you were going to say a waste of time.

Don't listen to me, I'm bitter and jaded.
 
For someone who can describe love in any form, truly does not know what love is.

This is how I see, where love is perfect...

If you find something (someone) perfect, good luck telling the world as it will keep you speechless.

When saying love is "like" something, it will always be an understatement. In my opinion, love is like nothing else. The second you experience it you remain speechless.

If you can describe it, it is certainly not love and merely puppy love.

That's my take on it.
 
...a box of chocolates. you never know when that caramel cream, which is actually a nasty peanut butter fudge is stop wasting your precious youth and commit, but it won't because it doesn't want to grow up and face the responsibilties of being an adult, but that won't stop it from having sex with you and making you fat and ruining your chances of success with other more eligible chocolates...

er uh, what was the question?
 
oh yeah, love is like drowning annoying penguins. gosh it sure is fun!
 
Love is like getting your car towed. I still haven't found the one yet.
 
love is like watching a penguin tow your car. you know its working hard, but its so cute and small its hard not to laugh.
 
Gale said:
...a box of chocolates. you never know when that caramel cream, which is actually a nasty peanut butter fudge is stop wasting your precious youth and commit, but it won't because it doesn't want to grow up and face the responsibilties of being an adult, but that won't stop it from having sex with you and making you fat and ruining your chances of success with other more eligible chocolates...

er uh, what was the question?
I knew you ladies loved chocolates but don't you think that's just going a wee bit far m'dear?
 
Love is like the annoying monkey on yer back that you can't get rid of.

Damn monkeys...
 
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Love is like towing your monkey through field of nitric acid-laced chocolates made by speechless, drowning, bitter penguins.
 
  • #11
Love is like a simile.
 
  • #12
Love is like a box of chocolates. You tend not to get it back from whoever you gave it to.

Again, don't listen to me.
 
  • #13
oh yeah, love is like drowning annoying penguins. gosh it sure is fun!
lol :smile: :smile:

Zoobyshoe said:
Love is like towing your monkey through field of nitric acid-laced chocolates made by speechless, drowning, bitter penguins.
:smile::smile:
:smile::smile:
but it won't because it doesn't want to grow up and face the responsibilties of being an adult, but that won't stop it from having sex with you and making you fat
Oh, so your boyfriend is responsible for making you fat? Jeezus you can blame anything on your boyfriend.*

Not that I'm saying you're fat. And not that you have a boyfriend... not that I mean you couldn't get one, but I mean I mean, I am trying to mean, leaning tower of Pisa.
 
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  • #14
Love is like a Carl's Jr. Hamburger. "If it doesn't get all over somebody's face, it ain't good."
 
  • #15
Love is like a pair of glasses: It's common to look for it everywhere except right in front of you.

Love is like a car: You never know what you've really got until you drive it for awhile.
 
  • #16
Love is like a three toed tree sloth on Angel Dust snarling and gasping in the corner as it chews, frothy-mouthed, on large dust bunnies.
 
  • #17
Mk said:
Oh, so your boyfriend is responsible for making you fat? Jeezus you can blame anything on your boyfriend.

:smile: :smile: :smile:
 
  • #18
Love is like the TV remote: You can never find it when you're looking for it.

Love is like the TV remote: It's easy to take for granted until you've lost it.

Love is like the TV remote...gah, I thought it would be funny to keep going with this, but seem to be lacking creativity at the moment. :rolleyes:
 
  • #19
Love is an extremely devious trick which nature pulls on us in order to keep our species alive. :biggrin:
 
  • #20
Reshma said:
Love is an extremely devious trick which nature pulls on us in order to keep our species alive. :biggrin:
Yes, it sure is! :smile:

Okay, I don't know if this belongs in this thread, or the "music I'm ashamed to admit I listen to" thread, but this topic has the Pat Benatar song, "Heartbreaker" stuck in my head, especially the line, "Your love is like a tidal wave, spinning over my head..."
 
  • #21
Yah this was just a thread about how i spilt nitric acid on my hand in my chemistry lab. Jerks.
 
  • #22
Love is like ignoring Pengwuino
 
  • #23
Ivan Seeking said:
Love is like ignoring Pengwuino


Now there is a sweet sweet thought.
 
  • #24
Pengwuino said:
Yah this was just a thread about how i spilt nitric acid on my hand in my chemistry lab. Jerks.

Love is like the bite of a nitric acid spill ripping molecules apart on a penguin's flipper.
 
  • #25
Pengwuino said:
Yah this was just a thread about how i spilt nitric acid on my hand in my chemistry lab. Jerks.
Should we just call you "Yellow?" Go to the nerd thread and find your pirate name (link is currently on the next-to-last page)...there's a question on the quiz that will cheer you up. :smile:
 
  • #26
I hate you all! :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
 
  • #27
Moonbear said:
Love is like the TV remote: You can never find it when you're looking for it.

Love is like the TV remote: It's easy to take for granted until you've lost it.
Love is like the TV remote: it's all about pushing buttons.

Love is like the TV remote: too often, one partner spends all of their time trying unsuccessfully to get it from the other.
 
  • #28
Love is like so fake.
 
  • #29
honestrosewater said:
Love is like the TV remote: it's all about pushing buttons.

Love is like a TV remote- 42 buttons to push and the average person only knows how to use about 12 of them:
 
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  • #30
Love is like dandruff: You are periodically affected by it, and in general, it turns into an embarassing mess.
 
  • #31
Love is like an expensive graphing calculator - 35 buttons to push all with multiple functions and a catalog, but most people only try to push the same 16 buttons over and over again.
 
  • #32
16 buttons??
What sort of she (or he)-creature has 16 buttons??
 
  • #33
arildno said:
16 buttons??
What sort of she (or he)-creature has 16 buttons??

Females do.

2 Ears
2 Eyes
1 Nose
1 Mouth
2 Hands
2 Melons
1 Stomach
2 Buttocks
1 ...
2 Legs

That's 16.

I was going to count the brain, but... :-p
 
  • #34
matthyaouw said:
Love is like a TV remote- 42 buttons to push and the average person only knows how to use abot 12 of them:

Love is like a TV remote - by the time you finally figure out how to work all 42 buttons there is a newer model available.
 
  • #35
Love is like a fickle hellcat.

Something different.
 
  • #36
... like having a mental disease that in moments makes you act like a retarded idiot

Brrrrrr... I hate my body.
 
  • #37
Love is like Bulls**t, everyone thinks they know it and they don't realize they suck at describing it.
 
  • #38
Love is like oxygen...
Love Is Like Oxygen Lyrics
by Sweet

Time on my side
I got it all
I've heard that pride
Always comes before a fall
There's a rumour goin' round the town
That you don't want me around
I can't shake off my city blues
Everyway I turn I lose

Chorus
Love is like oxygen
You get too much you get too high
Not enough and you're going to die
Love gets you high

Time is no healer
When you're not there
Lonely fever
Sad words in the air
Some things are better left unsaid
I'm going to spend my days in bed
I'll walk the streets at night
To be hidden by the city lights city lights
 
  • #39
Pengwuino said:
Love is like a chemistry lab. You may find your soulmate and make beautiful chemistry with them, or, in my case, spill nitric acid on my hand.
Was your hand gloved ? If not, you would have noticed, if the acid were concentrated enough, a yellow discoloration of your skin in the area of contact. This yellow product is the result of the so called xanthoproteic reaction - the nitration of phenyl groups in the proteins in your skin. The phenyl groups are present in the aromatic amino acids phenylalanine, tryptophan and tyrosine...speaking of which, it is the porphyrin pigments in these amino acids that makes the human skin slightly fluorescent. The emission spectrum, unfortunately lies mostly in the low UV range (peak at about 350nm) with a very shallow tail among the bluish hues. The excitation peak is at about 300 nm, plenty of which exists in sunlight.

Say, what is this thread about again ?
 
  • #40
Love is like chemistry. As pretty as it looks when you get down to it they don't taste as good as they look.
 
  • #41
Love is like... a hell lot of unbearable pain that doesn't sink in alcohol...
and it is also like a birth defect: makes you ashamed of yourself but there's next to nothing you can do about it, which makes you even more pathetic in your own eyes...

first and last time letting myself fall into someone like that :mad:
 
  • #42
Gokul43201 said:
Was your hand gloved ? If not, you would have noticed, if the acid were concentrated enough, a yellow discoloration of your skin in the area of contact. This yellow product is the result of the so called xanthoproteic reaction - the nitration of phenyl groups in the proteins in your skin. The phenyl groups are present in the aromatic amino acids phenylalanine, tryptophan and tyrosine...speaking of which, it is the porphyrin pigments in these amino acids that makes the human skin slightly fluorescent. The emission spectrum, unfortunately lies mostly in the low UV range (peak at about 350nm) with a very shallow tail among the bluish hues. The excitation peak is at about 300 nm, plenty of which exists in sunlight.

Stay on topic, please...:rolleyes:


Love is a real bugger. 'Tis a useful mechanism for getting humans to breed, then stick around to keep the kids alive until they breed, etc. Sure feels good though ('course, the fall is that much harder...).
 
  • #43
Love is like potatoes.
 
  • #44
dav2008 said:
Love is like potatoes.

Great, now I hate potatoes too.

I hate you!
 
  • #45
Smasherman said:
Stay on topic, please...:rolleyes:
Who, me ? :bugeye:

Pengwuino said:
Yah this was just a thread about how i spilt nitric acid on my hand in my chemistry lab.
 
  • #46
Love is like gift, you can either appreaciate it or complain about it.
 

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