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Oct. 31, 2004 “You’d think that people would have had enough of silly love songs. But I look around me and I see it isn’t so.” What’s wrong with that you ask? A whole hell of a lot, I say. Besides the point that Paul McCartney wrote a whole heck of a lot of crap when he left the Beatles, it is just so wrong - on so many levels. And no I am not some one who is down on love. I think love is the one ideal we should strive to in this life. But we have been fed a whole lot of crap by the media of what love is supposed to be. Their (i.e. the evil media barons) idea of love is a juvenile idea of love – it is not what love is. I say the world needs more songs about what love really is. What is love? Does love indeed make the world go around? Is love all we need? Is love just a call to say I love you? Is love really horrible musical clichés? Is love a Hallmark card or even worse a Hallmark made for TV movie or even worser yet a mind-numbingly shallow Hollywood movie? Let me whisper sweet nothings in your ear…. You say you love me. But wait. What if I stopped doing what society tells me I should do if I am in love. What if I don’t give you flowers after we fight? What if I refused to spend every waking moment with you? Does it mean I love you less? Your ego might say yes and you go down a downward spiral that you have been down many times before. Aren’t you getting dizzy? Don’t you want off the ride? What if I stopped feeding your ego? What if I said, "Yes, indeed those pants make you look fat" or "What you are doing is really self-destructive behavior"? What if I took a mirror and showed you the ugliness that is you? Would you still be in love with me? Would you still even like me? What if I refused to complete you? Now you are having second thoughts about your love for me, right? But just a minute ago you said you loved me. What changed? To me honesty, in all its gut wrenching Spartan like quality, is the ultimate act of love. You say you hate me. What if you say I am bad? Should I cringe in fear that I have been found out as a fraud? What if you say you hate me? Should I find a hole and crawl into it and hide? What if I refused to play your game? It takes two to tango and at least two to play a game - unless it’s solitaire. Love is not words. Love is not blind validation. Love is not feeding someone's vanity. Love is not completing someone. Hollywood has seem to perpetuate the myth that love is not love unless you ache when you are not around someone and you also ache when you are with that person. Madness! Those are not individuals in love; it is two immature, narcissistic people looking for validation that they exist and are worthy. People who need people are the saddest people in the world. People who like to be around people but can also be by themselves - hey, now that is something to sing about! I love you/I hate you. What do those mean? Do they mean anything? Not really. The love thing is nice to hear but ultimately I know it is just the mood you are in. You love me because I have fed your ego or my bunz look particularly hot today. You hate me because I am angry or I showed you a part of yourself you like to deny. They are words the ego craves or the ego lives in fear of. They are, in the end, words. What
I am saying, in a round about Buddha way, is
that everything is temporal. I
should put no more importance to the words
"I love you" than I do
"I hate you". They will pass. As you
will. As I will. But this
moment is forever.
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