I’m trying to get with this “one and only love” thing. I used to believe it when I was blind, when I simply followed directives implanted in me like computer chips from birth. Now, I’m not so sure. I took an AP English class as a senior in high school and wrote this essay that is indicative of my feelings for many years: ‘Love is the water in the battery of Life.’ Absurd.
I’ve heard said that monogamy is a capitalist plot to get everybody in their 2 story box, with the gar-age and the credit card. At least, the idea is to get everybody to have that idea, in their head, to the exclusion of other more considered options.
But, a bad marriage can cause one to rethink why they even considered that single, spiritually fatal option in the first place. Why did I? Damn!
What is relationship really about?
Am I looking for a soft, easy, unchallenging resting place from the jungle that is Amerikkka?
Or, is it an ‘intellectual Mt. Everest’ I’m after, a titanic, unscalable spirit who will leave me in cold sweats?
Do you, just….KNOW?
Love vs. “In Love. What the fuck?!
Or, is loving to be shared, generously, freely, from a place of conscious choice, a love undivided, without fenceposts, guardrails or borders?
I don’t know.