Who writes this shit?
Posted by Miah Sat, 24 Nov 2007 07:19:00 GMT
Written on October 7, 2007
I’ve grown so accustomed to my own wild mood swings that I don’t even notice them anymore. Once day I’ll be ready to jump off of the overpass because I see a future stringing along in front of me full of things that don’t appeal to me. Not even 24 hours after that I’ll be swinging off of light posts whistling tunes accompanied by little blue cartoon birds for no better reason than, hey, it’s Thursday.
How about some middle ground self? This probably won’t happen, I know I thrive on chaos and drown in boredom of the mundane. Do I create my own problems, you betcha! What I probably need to do is take up a life endangering hobby like bear wrestling or deep sea pottery turning to keep the adrenaline pumping through my brain-scaldingly predictable job.
Or I could just work on chilling out a bit. Get comfortable with predictability. This is tougher than it sounds; I’ve tried and as sure as Sunday once a week it creeps back to sowing discord in my life and I end up doing something “romantic”.
Nothing like an abstract concept to cause pain. There is a whole set of them: Love, Romance, Passion, etc. We all want them in ourselves and the people that we want to want us as bad as we want them to want us. As I’m wont to do, I’m going to wield a generalization. Everybody wants these things but nobody can give you a good definition for any of them.
The proof is in the pudding, while referring more to the liquor in the dessert we’ll see if we can find anything about this by digging in and giving it the old college try. Which sounds odd to me, because the only thing most people “try” in college any more are keg stands. On with the show!
LOVE: You can love a sports team, and you can love a person. Aren’t sports teams comprised of a group of people? Do you love them individually or only if they hang out with this specific group of people? It seems that “love” is contextually aware and there is a lot more going on in that word that we even know. I love pumpkin pie, but I don’t think I’d ever move to New York for it.
Ok, we didn’t really get anywhere talking about love, perhaps I’m not the expert my emotional baggage makes me feel I am. Let’s keep moving, I can keep up, it has wheels on it.
ROMANCE: Flowers, chocolates, ball game jumbo-tron wedding proposals, candle light, wine, and foot rubs. All of those are standard issue romance. What do they all have in common? Save for the foot rub, they all involve spending money on luxuries. Chicken flavored Ramen noodles has, probably not ever, been considered horribly romantic. This may be some sort of evolutionary barnacle where we built ornate nests out of twigs and leaves to impress a potential mate. Think about it for a second; Darwin’s Jumbo-Tron.
Romance seems to have been marginally more conclusive for us, lets carry on and see how bad we can mangle passion.
PASSION: Perhaps I’m cynical (no shit) but passion seems to be something you want to be on the friendly end of. Passion drives people to take action for nothing more than a feeling, often of their own detriment. You wouldn’t do something “romantic” for someone unless you were “passionate” about them, or perhaps even in “love”. When passion goes bad, it leads to equally impulsive actions, often to the detriment of everybody involved.
Overheard at the bar that night…
“I would give both my nuts to be Tom Robbins in soprano.”
I fancy your words. I think that passion is the most tangible of the 3 states you mentioned though. Love is premeditated and convenient (no matter what anyone says); Romance is orchestrated...typically by someone trying to prove something. I feel that both are a feigned attempt at passion.