The current divorce rate isn't helping my opinion. But one thing I do see is that classism plays an integral part in how one expresses love and affection. The middle class it seems finds it a lot easier to express love and affection, while the lower class just never sees it cause that's an emotion they can't afford, and the upper echelons of society, well they've got enough money they can take it or leave it.
If everything I've just said has left you saddened, depressed or just in baffled by my crazy idea, then please direct all your mail to Mina at mina@barrenwasteland.us because she's the one that brought the issue to my attention.
There I was at work, just minding my own business ... or maybe I was at home watching television ... whatever, there I was somewhere sitting in front of a computer and Mina IM's me asking me what I think about Love, if I believe it exists. I thought about it for about two seconds before I replied, No. That I don't think it does, the idea maybe, but the reality is sadly lacking. Mina on the other hand, while agreeing that it probably isn't at all like the books we've read or the movies we've seen, says she still wants to believe there's some fragment of it out there, because she'd like something like it herself and that she's not willing to settle for less.
And now as I'm writing this at 2:30 am, I'm asking G the same question Mina posed to me, and here's what he says ... well after he asks me if it's porn related ... yes we were again talking about porn. I've had a rather boring two weeks and Paris Hilton, the dirty bird, proved to be relatively entertaining ... he says that yes, he thinks it exists and then he says something rather profound and introspective ... he says he doesn't think that it's just one big thing, but that it's all the countless little things ... This coming from the guy who put a whole new spin on Adam and Eve ... yes it's the beginning of the end ladies and gentlemen ... the first sign of the apocalypse.
But once he said that, I guess I got it. Maybe. Even if he jokingly claims that it was a Hallmark card sentiment. There's no sweeping emotion, no breathless moments, there's the little things that you grow to appreciate. The comfort you get with the other person being around. Feeling at home with this person enough that all the weird creepy things that bother people on the outside, just don't seem to strike you as weird or creepy or ... just stop it you know who I'm talking about. Yes I mean you. That's just creepy!
Well that explains completely why I've never experienced love and probably never will. I just don't have the patience for it. I'm an instant gratification kinda gal ... I don't wanna have to wait till I've collected all those countless little things, I want it now and If I can't have it I'll do without it.
... Or I'll join a commune and let the free love reign.
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