Fwiw I think I feel companionate love, to the point of sometimes experiencing a sort of regret for not being able to hug everyone in the universe, and getting emotionally attached to random trees, rocks, frozen peas[1], and old pairs of shoes[2] when I was a kid. And I also recall reading this and thinking: “Screw Green.”
After my mother explained to me that the pea seeds were intended to make new pea plants, I felt guilty for us eating them. For a while I insisted my mother throw a few frozen peas out the window into the tree line every time we cooked with them, because my ca. four year old brain figured that way at least a few of them might have some chance to become new pea plants.
Being ca. four years old, I was growing pretty quickly and got too big for my previous pair of shoes and my parents wanted to throw them away. I felt horrible for betraying the poor friendly shoes like that, so my parents allowed me to keep them on my shelf for a few years until I got old enough to internalise that shoes aren’t people and don’t have qualia.
Additional evidence: I don’t feel companionate love as strongly as you do (I expect I feel love closer to the average amount, skewed a bit on the low side), but still have the same negative sentiment towards Green. Internally to me the Greeny feelings don’t feel like love, but maybe most Greens do in fact feel them similar? For me it feels more like “story-thinking” or “narrative fit”. I think fiction is probably the most Green feeling thing I do, and it feels to me like people apply it to the real world and don’t feel the sense of “uhh, this is Real Life, not a book”.
Fwiw I think I feel companionate love, to the point of sometimes experiencing a sort of regret for not being able to hug everyone in the universe, and getting emotionally attached to random trees, rocks, frozen peas[1], and old pairs of shoes[2] when I was a kid. And I also recall reading this and thinking: “Screw Green.”
After my mother explained to me that the pea seeds were intended to make new pea plants, I felt guilty for us eating them. For a while I insisted my mother throw a few frozen peas out the window into the tree line every time we cooked with them, because my ca. four year old brain figured that way at least a few of them might have some chance to become new pea plants.
Being ca. four years old, I was growing pretty quickly and got too big for my previous pair of shoes and my parents wanted to throw them away. I felt horrible for betraying the poor friendly shoes like that, so my parents allowed me to keep them on my shelf for a few years until I got old enough to internalise that shoes aren’t people and don’t have qualia.
Additional evidence: I don’t feel companionate love as strongly as you do (I expect I feel love closer to the average amount, skewed a bit on the low side), but still have the same negative sentiment towards Green. Internally to me the Greeny feelings don’t feel like love, but maybe most Greens do in fact feel them similar? For me it feels more like “story-thinking” or “narrative fit”. I think fiction is probably the most Green feeling thing I do, and it feels to me like people apply it to the real world and don’t feel the sense of “uhh, this is Real Life, not a book”.