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:: Sunday, January 19, 2003 ::
"Love is the reason."
"No, love's not the fucking reason. its a four-letter word that sells life insurance and hair conditioner. you owe me one."
its a funny thing about the modern world. for example; you hear girls saying "yeah, he fucked off and left me. he didnt love me. he just couldnt deal with love. he was too fucked up to know how to love me." now, how did this happen? what was it about this unloveable century that convinced us we were, despite everything, eminently lovable as a people, as a species? what made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some way? and particularly if they replace us with anything or anyone else--then we call them crazy. deluded. regressive. we are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that there might be something/someone more worthy of love than us, more worthy of worship. greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. no. everybody deserves clean water. not everybody deserves love all the time.
it seems to me that people make the mistake of trying to love another person as if that person were an island and they were shipwrecked and they could mark the land with an X. it seems to me it is too late in the day for all that.
i apologize for relaying the more cynical viewpoint. its just hard to ignore the enourmous web people spin to catch themselves.
stellar lady:: Anonymous 3:21 PM [+] ::
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