My friend Jackie is also writing on Blogger. (http://www.jacks.blogspot.com). I just read her latest entry. Not the blatent lie she posted about a pickle, but the one about love. Read it, it's pretty good. In it, she compares love to a fish dinner. Let me try another analogy. I came up with this one a few nights ago, and was pretty impressed when I did.
Think of television in the 1950's. Yes, this is my anaology. See back then, people didn't have TV like they do today. They weren't as common as having a toilet or a chair in your apartment, like they are now. (Though Jackie did go almost a full semester last year without a TV, but that is beside the point). So a kid doesn't have a TV, but he hears about it. He hears how cool it is from all his friends, and he decides he really wants one. So finally dad comes home with a brand new, RCA black and white with the little antennae and the dials with UHF and VHF. (Actually, UHF and VHF may still be too advanced, but I digress) So he turns that baby on, and it's incredibly cool. He is so excited. He can watch the Lone Ranger, and if he gets tired of that he can switch it, and suddenly it's Howdy Doody Time! His friends call him up and ask him to hang out, but sometimes he blows them off for his TV.
This is a relationship.
After a while his TV is still cool, but it's less of a big deal than it was that first day. He's still spending time there, on that couch, but he's not really thrilled anymore. And one day his friend calls him up and says, "Hey wanna come over and watch TV here?" He agrees, thinking it might be cool to watch I Love Lucy somewhere else. He gets there and is blown away. His friend has a 60 inch digital flatscreen TV with picture in picture, surround sound with a giant subwoofer, DVD, sattelite programming with 900 channels, and a big freakin remote. He has NEVER seen anything this cool! He is in constant awe as they watch the Matrix, and it actually sounds like the bullets are flying by. He gets chills when the voice says "If you build it, he will come" in Field of Dreams. The picture is beautiful, the sound is amazing, and the variety is astounding.
And this is love. These are those moments with someone you love. Those moments of intimacy. Those long car rides together, those times you cullde up in bed, the times you talk all night about nothing at all, all the little smiles and kisses that put butterflies in your stomach.
And then he goes home. Back to his little B and W, and suddenly he notices all the flaws with his TV. The sound sucks, the speaker sounds blown. The picture is fuzzy and small. There's only three channels, and no remote. The bar has offically been raised, and his TV doesn't even interest him anymore. All he can think about is getting back to his friends and watching The Iron Chef on the Food Channel. Or maybe someday getting one of those systems for himself.
I don't believe there is one person out there for everyone. There are over six billion people on this planet, there's gotta be more than one person you are compatible with. So as my rebutal to Jackie, falling in love is easy if you let yourself. You can do it when you're twelve. You can do it when you're 94. But very seldom is it the kind of love that you are talking about. The kind that works out. Those are the ones you hold on to. The other ones just end up hurting you, and teaching you about what you really want and need in love. But they're necessary too. I mean, you wouldn't know how good a fish dinner is, unless you've had a bad one to compare it to.
Now I have to go to work. I'm going to be late. If you want to know how much I like my job, read my next entry. TGIF, eh? Adios.
Think of television in the 1950's. Yes, this is my anaology. See back then, people didn't have TV like they do today. They weren't as common as having a toilet or a chair in your apartment, like they are now. (Though Jackie did go almost a full semester last year without a TV, but that is beside the point). So a kid doesn't have a TV, but he hears about it. He hears how cool it is from all his friends, and he decides he really wants one. So finally dad comes home with a brand new, RCA black and white with the little antennae and the dials with UHF and VHF. (Actually, UHF and VHF may still be too advanced, but I digress) So he turns that baby on, and it's incredibly cool. He is so excited. He can watch the Lone Ranger, and if he gets tired of that he can switch it, and suddenly it's Howdy Doody Time! His friends call him up and ask him to hang out, but sometimes he blows them off for his TV.
This is a relationship.
After a while his TV is still cool, but it's less of a big deal than it was that first day. He's still spending time there, on that couch, but he's not really thrilled anymore. And one day his friend calls him up and says, "Hey wanna come over and watch TV here?" He agrees, thinking it might be cool to watch I Love Lucy somewhere else. He gets there and is blown away. His friend has a 60 inch digital flatscreen TV with picture in picture, surround sound with a giant subwoofer, DVD, sattelite programming with 900 channels, and a big freakin remote. He has NEVER seen anything this cool! He is in constant awe as they watch the Matrix, and it actually sounds like the bullets are flying by. He gets chills when the voice says "If you build it, he will come" in Field of Dreams. The picture is beautiful, the sound is amazing, and the variety is astounding.
And this is love. These are those moments with someone you love. Those moments of intimacy. Those long car rides together, those times you cullde up in bed, the times you talk all night about nothing at all, all the little smiles and kisses that put butterflies in your stomach.
And then he goes home. Back to his little B and W, and suddenly he notices all the flaws with his TV. The sound sucks, the speaker sounds blown. The picture is fuzzy and small. There's only three channels, and no remote. The bar has offically been raised, and his TV doesn't even interest him anymore. All he can think about is getting back to his friends and watching The Iron Chef on the Food Channel. Or maybe someday getting one of those systems for himself.
I don't believe there is one person out there for everyone. There are over six billion people on this planet, there's gotta be more than one person you are compatible with. So as my rebutal to Jackie, falling in love is easy if you let yourself. You can do it when you're twelve. You can do it when you're 94. But very seldom is it the kind of love that you are talking about. The kind that works out. Those are the ones you hold on to. The other ones just end up hurting you, and teaching you about what you really want and need in love. But they're necessary too. I mean, you wouldn't know how good a fish dinner is, unless you've had a bad one to compare it to.
Now I have to go to work. I'm going to be late. If you want to know how much I like my job, read my next entry. TGIF, eh? Adios.
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