07-01-2011, 01:06 PM
How can I explain things?
Let's start at the beginning,
shall we? And don't say we
shouldn't.
Damon, The Toddler
"Love is, is when a mommy
and a daddy love eachother
VERY much and have a baby!"
Really? Is sex what love is in
it's entirety? Well surely there's
more than grunting and moaning,
to it, isn't there? It just can't be
a key and keyhole situation and
that's all.
Ashley, The Pre-Teen
"Well my dad TOLD me that good
feelings come from chemicals, in
your BODY! So, maybe that's what
love is."
Fair point, but we can't all be drinking
the Kool-Aid and hallucinating, can we?
I suppose mass poisoning IS an option
but where did the mysticism come from?
James, The Teenager
"Dude, love left the house a LONG time
ago. I mean, it was here, it left behind
a few old people, but it didn't touch us,
man. Like, nowadays it's fuckin', haha.
Fuckin' like tragic rabbits."
He stopped short when his words
began to sound, decent, intelligent,
poetic even. Was another "impulse"
what caused him to stop? To fear
something? Is fear the underlying
chime here. It very well could be.
Erica, The Middle-Aged Adult
"Love is just hard to find! You go
to bars, you go on dates and the
guys are just empty. It's scary.
It makes you do things you wouldn't
normally do. (brief yet odd lapse in
conversation on her end) Oh, um,
yes, love."
Erica seemed detached for the whole
rest of the interview but never again
spoke of the "things" that we "do" for
love, as it were. Again, fear rears it's
face to me through desperate, as it
seems, people. Love-starved? Is it
possible? Isn't there a need for love
in the first place to be starved of it?
Betty, The Elderly Widow
"Ah, love, it's charming. Truly persuasive.
You'll do just about anything for a taste,
haha. Children nowadays don't think love
is true but I know it's true. The love of my
husband, bless his soul, saved me from doing
myself away, never to see the light of day
again, all he did was kiss me. No words, no
explanations. Just love. There's no way I
can describe anything new to you, the
swelling sensation in your heart or chest,
butterflies, giddiness, the giggles. It's all
there. We were all there once. So close,
so very, very close."
Betty died after our talk, these are her last
words, "I don't want to frighten you but, I love
you I love you I love you."
Let's start at the beginning,
shall we? And don't say we
shouldn't.
Damon, The Toddler
"Love is, is when a mommy
and a daddy love eachother
VERY much and have a baby!"
Really? Is sex what love is in
it's entirety? Well surely there's
more than grunting and moaning,
to it, isn't there? It just can't be
a key and keyhole situation and
that's all.
Ashley, The Pre-Teen
"Well my dad TOLD me that good
feelings come from chemicals, in
your BODY! So, maybe that's what
love is."
Fair point, but we can't all be drinking
the Kool-Aid and hallucinating, can we?
I suppose mass poisoning IS an option
but where did the mysticism come from?
James, The Teenager
"Dude, love left the house a LONG time
ago. I mean, it was here, it left behind
a few old people, but it didn't touch us,
man. Like, nowadays it's fuckin', haha.
Fuckin' like tragic rabbits."
He stopped short when his words
began to sound, decent, intelligent,
poetic even. Was another "impulse"
what caused him to stop? To fear
something? Is fear the underlying
chime here. It very well could be.
Erica, The Middle-Aged Adult
"Love is just hard to find! You go
to bars, you go on dates and the
guys are just empty. It's scary.
It makes you do things you wouldn't
normally do. (brief yet odd lapse in
conversation on her end) Oh, um,
yes, love."
Erica seemed detached for the whole
rest of the interview but never again
spoke of the "things" that we "do" for
love, as it were. Again, fear rears it's
face to me through desperate, as it
seems, people. Love-starved? Is it
possible? Isn't there a need for love
in the first place to be starved of it?
Betty, The Elderly Widow
"Ah, love, it's charming. Truly persuasive.
You'll do just about anything for a taste,
haha. Children nowadays don't think love
is true but I know it's true. The love of my
husband, bless his soul, saved me from doing
myself away, never to see the light of day
again, all he did was kiss me. No words, no
explanations. Just love. There's no way I
can describe anything new to you, the
swelling sensation in your heart or chest,
butterflies, giddiness, the giggles. It's all
there. We were all there once. So close,
so very, very close."
Betty died after our talk, these are her last
words, "I don't want to frighten you but, I love
you I love you I love you."
