A friend shared some sadness with me this week. He is a caring and strong men, and he has parted ways with the woman he has loved for half of his life. He's at peace with his choice, but torn to pieces over the pain that she's in.
It's a feeling we can all relate to, or at least I think it is. The one where you're stuck between what's easy in the short term and what's best for your heart. Where you're sick from pretending to be in something that you know you're halfway out of, but positive that saying it out loud will tear apart someone you love. There's something fundamentally human about that torture and hurting that it's hard to not sound trite and cheesy in writing it.
I long to never feel like that again, but I also know that feeling that way means I'm loving with conviction; you've got to hurt, right?
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Falling in love
Abuse of the word "love" has long upset me. Like when I was at a Britney Spears concert once, and she told all 30,000 of us that she was loved us; that just seems wrong. But I've also just watched the finale of The Bachelorette and am myself a recent bachelorette and there's something I feel strongly about that I don't say often, which is a bit in conflict with what I've just said. Here it is...
Falling in love is easy.
And I don't mean the trivial way. I mean the real thing. If you forced me to estimate, I'd say that about once a week, I meet a person whom I honestly can't forget, who compells me to give something of myself. It's not always romantic--in fact it almost never is because I'm practical about such things--but I don't think that really matters.
Take tonight, for example. I had drinks with a friend that I feel so lucky to have in my life. We met years ago through work. She's strong and reminds me every time that I talk with her that I am in control of my life, and that's a reality that I should laugh at. She always has something to say that makes me feel smart or funny or pretty, and when I need it most, admired. I knew when I met her that there was something special there, not because I wanted her, but because there are pieces of our lives that simply fit together.
I know that love can come quickly, but its representation on reality television shows doesn't quite seem right.
PS I love you reality television.
Falling in love is easy.
And I don't mean the trivial way. I mean the real thing. If you forced me to estimate, I'd say that about once a week, I meet a person whom I honestly can't forget, who compells me to give something of myself. It's not always romantic--in fact it almost never is because I'm practical about such things--but I don't think that really matters.
Take tonight, for example. I had drinks with a friend that I feel so lucky to have in my life. We met years ago through work. She's strong and reminds me every time that I talk with her that I am in control of my life, and that's a reality that I should laugh at. She always has something to say that makes me feel smart or funny or pretty, and when I need it most, admired. I knew when I met her that there was something special there, not because I wanted her, but because there are pieces of our lives that simply fit together.
I know that love can come quickly, but its representation on reality television shows doesn't quite seem right.
PS I love you reality television.
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