Many, many thanks to Janie Junebug for inviting me to be a
guest blogger this week. Janie is one of
my favorite bloggers—she’s funny, smart, kind, and a true symbol of
strength. Thank you so much, Janie, for
asking me to write for your blog—I appreciate it more than you know.
The Urban Love Myth
Tell Bridget Jones, call Carrie Bradshaw, channel Jane
Austen, and alert the white jackets. And someone, please, slap me silly because
I have done something beyond comprehension.
The thing with which I must hide my head in shame: While
watching the wedding scene of The Twilight Saga, Breaking Dawn, Part I…I
cried. We’re talking the salty tears, snotty nose variety, here, folks. And I was really pathetic when they started
playing Flightless Bird, American Mouth…yeah, hello, Kleenex.
My mind, which was thoroughly repulsed, screamed, “You don’t
cry at Twilight!” (totally modified that from Tom Hanks circa A
League of Their Own).
It was a totally impulsive, unfiltered reaction, and I
couldn’t help but wonder why. Then, it
hit me: the reason my tears flowed wasn’t for the vampire and his flightless
bird, it was because I envied the love they shared, and, more importantly, I wondered
about its existence in reality.
And, yes, I know it’s a movie, a book, fake, so not the real
world, blah, blah, blah. I get that; I’m
not delusional. But…in all honesty, shouldn’t
that supposed unrealistic love be part of our world? I mean, minus the
bloodsucking, bruising, and rapidly growing baby, followed by gruesome birth
stuff.
So, the trillion dollar question: Does that kind of inconvenient,
heart-stopping, endless love actually exist in our reality? If we’re patient, and look with our hearts,
yes, I believe it does.
I could easily say it doesn’t exist. Why? Because
it’s the easy answer. It’s an easy way
to explain away the frustration, the perpetual Singletonville address, and, in
some cases, settling with someone you know isn’t right for you.
See, I think many people today are so jaded that, on some
level, they settle for what’s easy or convenient because they figure they’ll
never find the real thing. I’ve known
people who have married because they believed that person was the best they
could do at the time. Then, of course,
you have the men who marry based on lust, women who marry for money, etc. None of these scenarios equal the kind of
love I’m talking about—the kind of love we all yearn for…and we all
deserve.
People are so quick to say true love is only for books and
movies. But, I don’t think that’s
true. The only reason we don’t see it in
everyday life is because no one steps up and actually makes it happen.
If everyone settles or rushes into something “just because,”
then, naturally, the concept of a soul mate becomes more of an urban love myth
than an actuality. No wonder so many
people don’t believe movie-love exists—they’re all too busy crapping on the
idea.
Maybe if we trusted our hearts a little more, gave credit to
our instincts, and took chances, we’d look at the world and it would remind us
of An Affair to Remember or a Jane Austen novel, rather than just
leaving us wishing for some elusive dream.
I’m pretty sure some people think I’m a fool, waiting for something
I may never find. Maybe I am. But, I’d rather be a believing fool, than
alone in a relationship, wishing I had trusted in something that’s seemingly
unbelievable.
There are many different kinds of love, bringing people
together, making us happy. So, why sell
one brand of love short? If love really
does make the world go round, then giving up on any part of it is like helping
to end the world (in a manner of dramatic speaking).
Maybe never giving up isn’t such a bad thing after all.
And so ends this episode of Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, otherwise
known as my single gal brain dump.
Frisky, you truly understand what I want. And now I know you just a little bit better because I know what you want. Applause, applause, applause for The Frisky Virgin!
Frisky, you truly understand what I want. And now I know you just a little bit better because I know what you want. Applause, applause, applause for The Frisky Virgin!
I wish my sweet Lhasa-Poo, Maggie, could come back and talk to me. I miss her.
ReplyDeleteKeep your dreams alive, Janie!!!
I love you, Janie--& I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE!!!
ReplyDeleteDear Janie, . . . I don't know whether there is someone "out there" who is the perfect mate for you. What I do know is that before we can be "perfect" mates for others, we need to accept ourselves unconditionally and tell ourselves daily that we are enough.
ReplyDeleteWhen we are enough for ourselves, then perhaps we meet others who are also enough for themselves and the twine meets and embraces and love is unconditional. Peace.
There's nothing wrong with dreaming. I think when we stop dreaming and having a sense of humor we stop living. Dream lady dream!
ReplyDeleteYour Majesty, I'll keep the dreams alive till the day I die.
ReplyDeleteDee, Your comments are always so amazing. You have an insight I lack.
fishducky, From your lips to Emily Dickinson's ear.
ReplyDeleteMel, You have to dream with me, baby.
You are NEVER too old to dream.
ReplyDeleteI often get excited over the dreams that I know can come true in Heaven. I'm just hoping that we all get mansions in the same neighborhood :)
ReplyDeleteI dream of living in an actual house with my husband, having basic things like our own furniture again, and being able to hang photos of our families all over the walls. Some day I suppose this will happen but I think dreaming about them makes them all the more appreciated when you finally get them. And if you don't get them, it was still nice to dream.
Dreaming is so important.
ReplyDeleteBut so is living your dreams. Live as if your dreams will happen, and they will.
(very Pollyanna, I know, but that's who I am... and it's always worked for me)