The Limited Resource Theory

So there was this raccoon book I read when I was little.

It was about this baby raccoon and his mother raccoon, and every day the mother raccoon would kiss his hand and it made him feel all happy and loved and junk. Then this random jerk baby raccoon shows up and the mother raccoon gives him a hand-kiss too, and the first raccoon is like "what the junk?! That was my kiss and now I have no kiss and no one loves me and my life is over." And he goes through this like raccoon puberty where he's all goth and hateful and the mother raccoon is like "No, you stupid raccoon, love doesn't work that way. Stop being such an idiot." And the raccoon gets over it.

But I think the mother raccoon was wrong.

Here's the question I'm asking - Is love a limited resource?

Everyone I've asked has said it isn't. A mother raccoon can love two baby raccoons. They can both get hand kisses. Sure. But here's what I say - what if she keeps having baby raccoons? What if she ends up with ten? Twenty? A hundred? A billion? One billion hand kisses? I don't think she could pull it off. Ain't nobody got enough love in their heart for a billion kisses.

Here is a diagram of a pie.

It is made up of mass and volume and grams. And cherries. I hate cherry pie. Let's make it cherry.

Now here is a diagram of the pie cut up into pieces.

Seven people get pie. Then you run out of flour and lard and cherries and that's what you got so y'all better deal with it. Right? Now here is a human heart.

Okay maybe a human heart doesn't exactly look like that. I don't know. I hate research.

But anyways, when we split the human heart into pieces like a pie here's what we have:

(There are only six pieces this time. Whoops. My bad.) So you divide your love into parts. You love this person, and this person, and this person, in different ways and different levels. Blood and flesh and little flappy things all cut up and passed around. Beautiful, isn't it?

Beautiful.

It's not like you could ever love more than six people. Logically, it's just not possible.

So obviously love is not an unlimited resource. It's not like you can go devoting your heart to every person on the planet. Of course, you can reserve a piece of it for the idea of the entire population. You could say you love humans in general or whatever. Be one of those people. But I mean come on raccoon, after a while you're going to run out of kisses.

That is why, after much thought and research, this small discovery has been made: 

According to logic, love will collectively one day run out. Just like the oil in the earth and the gas in the sun. The stars will blink out and the water will run dry and the last piece of love will, some time in the next billion kisses, be unrequitedly spent.

So, when asked openly why I try not to be loved:

But, just like how we're still using fossil fuels and the sun is still shining, no matter how correct this scientific theory is, it won't change what happens. 

And even though love will inevitably blink out of existence, 

we can't help but disappoint each other.