Stop me if you've heard this before –
Love is a many splendored thing.
Too late, I already said it. Not that I know what "many splendored" is, but it sounds profound and was once said by a very wise person (Or someone with far too much time on their hands). This thing called love, it's ok though; makes you feel a little giddy, your stomach churns and you break out in a bit of a sweat.
If that's how you feel, you may want to consult a doctor and test yourself for the flu.
But, I digress. A couple I know broke up recently after 8 years. Yeah, I know that's a long time… but you know what… shit happens, life's like that, blah de blah blah. I'm kind of ok with them breaking up, as in I can handle it; but what I can't handle is the fact that they still love each other.Yup.
Man, these complications almost make me want to quit the human race and apply to be an unemotional potted plant. Just imagine, all the manure in the world, you get watered by your owner (or your owner's dog) and nobody would care if you had sex in broad daylight. Emotions, on the other hand complicate everything. Emotions and Evolution.
Speaking of which, we should've stayed as apes… maybe as monkeys, and never have come down from the trees. Evolution? That thing's overrated. When apes like each other, they beat their chests with their fists, bare their teeth (dental hygiene is a big deal for them apes) and then the rest of the stuff you can watch on Nat Geo.
Getting back to the dysfunctional couple…You see, their problem is, that neither of them are the boy/girl they fell in love with 8 years ago. Neither have been able to understand that you can grow, mature, evolve, have individual personalities and opinions, and STILL be in love. You can be two different people, and still be in love… in fact I think it works better this way. These two love each other, but can't bear to give each other the space they need to grow. How daft is that? And also, how true for how many of us?
Why is it that people can't love each other for who they are; here and now.
Not for who they were, who you think they are or who you think you can turn them into?
Here's a universal truth for boy-girl-father-son-mother-daughter-brother-sister-potted plant-catterpillar on leaf... anybody, anywhere.
If you really want to experience true, unconditional I-don't'-care-what-you-do-I-still-love-you kind of love, get a dog.
Coz I don't think human beings have a clue.
