Posted on January 21, 2013 - Feeling French
I have slightly gone to a direction, to a subject, a theme… oh, I don’t know what it is. I’ve started to talk about love. And as many people before have talked, wrote, sang, screamed, cried, laughed or thought about love, I have some things to say as well. You know that thing; I think it’s from the Bible, saying that ‘Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes‘. All this is bullshit! All I have ever been told from books, movies, songs about love is bullshit. Love is so personal, so intimate, that nobody else can understand it. Nobody can tell you when it is love, nobody can tell you how to treat it, how to live it! You can’t take nobody’s advice on love, nobody’s story will ever fit into what you feel, what you have with another human being. Nobody can tell me that love is science and fluids and chemistry. As well as nobody can tell me that it is magic and spiritual and platonic. What is going on in your mind, or hearth or stomach or wherever love is happening is unspeakable, unexplainable… I can’t even find a word. Because there is only one. Love. And I can still write it in twenty different shifts and scream it and whisper it or sing it. You will never ever understand it. Yes, love can be jealous! It can be rude and selfish! It can be dirty and ugly! Fat and disgusting! Slim and scary! It can last a lifetime or even just a minute. It can do everything you want it can be anything you want. This is all bullshit! Even me, trying to tell you whatever about love is bullshit. Just don’t take any advice about love. And maybe when it is you won’t need any advice. I’m sweating. I may be the first person to sweat because his adrenaline has jumped to the sky about the thing he is… writing. I’m making a promise. I won’t change this part. Even if there are mistakes I will leave them as well. Because that is what I have to say about love.
To be continued…