When your mind is on love, the rest of it just might as well not exist.
I'm currently reading the book Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, and at one point she tells a story about her friend who is a psychologist. This friend was asked to counsel a group of Cambodian refugees—all of whom had experienced gruesome trials and tragedies that you and I couldn't even fathom. Because of this, the psychologist was very nervous about counseling them. But every one of those refugees ended up coming to her with the same kind of story. "It was all: 'I met this guy when I was living in the refugee camp, and we fell in love. I thought he really loved me, but then we were separated on different boats, and he took up with my cousin. Now he's married to her, but he says he really loves me, and he keeps calling me, and I know I should tell him to go away, but I still love him and I can't stop thinking about him. And I don't know what to do...'"
All of us who are human—no matter what our circumstances or origins—are basically obsessed with love.
This is fascinating to me. So I decided to start writing about it. I want to share my experiences, fears, insecurities, victories, oddities, questionalities (not a real word but it should be)—all the things that come to my head when it comes to love and relationships. I want to pick other people's brains about it. I want to discuss what our sometimes messed-up/sometimes right-on culture has to say about it. I want to laugh about it, cry about it, just let it out!
The reason we have this obsession with love is because it goes far beyond the black-and-white boundaries of boy-meets-girl. I want to explore the excruciatingly painful yet delightfully intriguing gray areas.
Stay tuned...
6 comments:
As your first commenter on your first post, let me say congratulations! I'm proud (and jealous) of you for taking this leap. I can't wait to add you to my list of "regulars." Oh, and did I say I was proud? *a tear* And jealous? @:o}
Love the new blog. I look forward to reading and commenting. It is always so good to talk about some of the frustrations, even if no one is listening when you talk it seems to help us sort some things out in our own minds!
Love, especially the falling in love part, can be more powerful than the most addictive drug. And I feel like it has similar side effects. You are right. I am excited to read on!
Steph
I'm intriguingly excruciating, and delightfully painful, do you want to interview me?
And now, the greatest love story ever told...
"I met your mama when I was sixteen
You couldn’t have been anymore than three
She caught me stealing yall’s color TV
She called the cops and they arrested me
She was the wildest thing I’d ever seen
the way she pointed that shotgun at me
the police hauled my ass off to jail
Your mama signed the trailer to help make the bail"
-Drive By Truckers, Bulldozers and Dirt
Hey Julie,
Just wanted you to know that I'm still following your writings and still with you. I'm looking forward to your future postings about relationships. Have a great day!!
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