my love is a life-taker
there is a book by douglas coupland entitled all families are psychotic i hold that statement to be true. but i think the same could be said of relationships. maybe just anywhere that love is involved. i was thinking about this today. and then i flaked out on steve. but not really in the kind of way that might make him really angry that i flaked out on him. let me explain.
alright. so we’re pretty much surrounded by relationships that are insane. from the people who cannot be together despite super-strong feelings. to the people that duel each other and themselves for who is more attached to whom and who is more committed. to the people that ship each other around the country. to the people that live in this mushy world where everything is the other person. and everyone and their respective relationships. (you know who you are) there are just all of these elements of them that make them completely outrageous and unbelievable. but i think there is something incredibly beautiful about all of it. and that maybe that’s just what love is. its this incredible nonsense that’s absolutely beautiful.
i was talking to my mom the other day and i think that she’s a little bummed that she doesn’t get to date and have that all out romance that she feels some of her newly-divorced friends get to be a part of. but i think that what he has with dad is really beautiful. even though maybe they’re not in that same mushy-gushy-romantic love (as i put it earlier). they love each other so much. and i just don’t know if there is a man on the planet that is better for my mom than my dad. and vice versa. there’s just so much to deal with and do and i think that my mom and dad really care about and understand each other so well and maybe that’s why they stay together even though they don’t necessarily have the same intensity of emotion that they used to feel. christ. it’s been 35 years since they first started dating basically. i think its perfectly okay that they just love each other the way that they did when they were 14. or 21.
these are my opinions on love at age eighteen. despite expected interpretation that they are otherwise, i truly believe them to be positive, perhaps even optimistic.