Love, Lust, and the Confusion that comes with it

I’ll never think I have this whole love thing figured out. It’s one of the great mysteries of the universe. But, I think I have some inkling of what I want, what I long for, and what I have to give.

I hate the games. I’ve never seen myself as a player and quite frankly never really understood the appeal of closing off emotionally to the point that other people seem like commodities. It’s childish, foolish, and wouldn’t surprise me if I’ve done it in the past not recognizing it as such.

I think I got on this whole tangent after seeing, “He’s Just Not That Into You”. Great cast, cringe-worthy moments, and puttering end. Really, it took this insidious thing we call ‘dating’ these days and showed it fairly straight-forward. Sure there’s the Hollywood narrative but over-all there wasn’t too much of a glass slipper moment.

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I may have said this before in the blog but I just want to reaffirm this....dating sucks.

Meeting a thousand and one nice people is one of the most excruciating exercises we can possibly subject ourselves to. The amount of mental, physical, emotional, and fiscal energy wasted on those countless “nice evenings” could probably abolish poverty, racism, hunger, and the long-standing feud in the Middle-East. I know that sounds meek but I wish that girl for me had one of those blinking lights that are needed on tall buildings to warn approaching aircraft.

But I know that’s a bit of a futile stretch.

So, here I am. Content with my life at the moment as I forge the path to my career and keep meeting these ‘nice’ people along the way. I know that they will all probably show up in some form throughout my life in a myriad of characters in my projects (nothing too specific to avoid seeking out a legal team) but gestures, quotes, stories, and fashion will ease their way into my subconscious and out through these fingers on to the page.

I guess regardless of the outcome I should thank these women. These wonderful beautiful women who weave into my life for a moment or more and build this fabric of my social conscience wider and with more sustenance than the day before I knew them.