Sunday, February 3, 2013

Love (Or Whatever)

So, a long time ago, not really that long, but probably like a year and a half ago, I remember someone telling me that, every time they ever told someone they loved them, they were lying. Like, they were saying it out of obligation. If you've been with a person for a long time, you just say I love you. That sort of thing. They talked about the semantics of love vs in love. "Real" love, if you will.

I was talking to someone earlier and they said this really simple thing, and it seems like something sort of "clicked" in my head about something. Like, I suddenly understood something that was unclear to me before. They said, "People who are always looking for 'real' love, are never going to find it." They said, "Certain things aren't choices, but 'real' love is a choice." They went on to say things about how people are always looking at other people's relationships and films and so forth and thinking "Why can't I have THAT?" And they said, you can't have it, because you believe that you don't. In your head you have chosen to believe that there is something "better" to find.

I totally "got" it. It reminded me of these maudlin song lyrics

"It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard
I'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love..."

I realized, then, how a girl could fuck a talking pig in a car.

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