What made you say, “I love you”,
When you really didn’t mean it?
Your words elated me.
I was so high up I waved to India
On my way to the moon.
Now I’m stuck out here in lunar orbit
And without oxygen to breath.
Category: Infatuation
Sharon’s Love for the Horny Misfit Boy
(About a 20 minute read)
Many a beautiful friendship has sprouted from awkward soil. In fact, most of my deepest friendships in life have begun clumsily.
I know of no inviolate law of nature that dictates the conservative beige panties of a young school librarian cannot possibly be the start of a profound bond between her and an insufferably horny 14 year old boy misfit. I know of no law that states such a thing cannot happen.
Yet the very last thing on my mind when Sharon’s angry voice shook me awake that Spring morning was, “This is the start of a beautiful friendship”.
A Flock of Sparrows for Majel: The Love that Only Turns You Lonely
(About a 3 minute read)
I’m confused, Marissa.
You who so often see the truths beneath the lies,
What did you expect but loneliness?
What did you expect when you married Jim?
You would hear no blame in my words, Marissa,
If you could hear their tone.
You would hear no faulting in my voice, Marissa,
If you were here with me this morning
And we in each other’s sunny arms.
You would hear only curiosity.
Deep and profound
You would hear only curiosity.
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A Flock of Sparrows For Majel: The Man Who Listened Well and the Woman Who Would Return to Him
(About a 2 minute read)
Rae and Butch were wildflowers.
The kind you rarely find in the city,
But when you do, they’re growing
Up through cracks in the pavement,
Often in the poorer quarters,
Indifferent to the city’s rules.
Their petals are usually chewed a bit
By bugs that took a bite,
But then moved on to more tender fare.
They survive much, those flowers.
Infatuation
SUMMARY: People often distinguish between love and infatuation on the basis of how long each is purported to last. Love is said to last forever, while infatuations are said to be brief and fleeting. This post proposes that infatuations are better defined as emotional dependencies.
(About a 3 minute read)
I have probably heard a hundred or more times in my life someone confess to me that he or she married their partner — not because they loved them — but because they were infatuated with them. Never once have I heard someone say that worked out well.
But what, exactly, is infatuation?
In common thought, infatuation is to be distinguished from love mainly by how long it is assumed to last. That is, an infatuation is seen as of brief duration, while love is thought to always be enduring. But I have problems with that definition.
Why, I Wonder, Do You Think You Love Me?
I have wondered whether I could win
A contest with asphalt for your love.
If I told you I was allergic to your cats,
You’d take sides with your cats,
And not ask if I was at all discomforted.
You profess to love me with the abandon
Of a wild rose in the rain
But I have observed your love now
And found it yields quicker than a reed
In a hurricane to your self-image.
Whenever my life with you has forced you to choose
Between me and who you think you are,
You have chosen who you think you are.
I wonder now if you have ever loved anyone
And why you think you love me?
The Janet I knew, and the Real Janet
(About an 8 minute read)
As nearly every adult knows, adolescence — whatever else it is — is a time of confusion and heartache. I think our memories of the heartache can stick with us for life. At 61, they are still almost vivid to me.
The confusion is another matter though. It is quite easy enough to recall being confused, but it can be just as difficult to recall precisely how we were confused. Perhaps that’s because our current clarity has simply crowded out our years of confusion.
