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Love Story #1827
Roses, Schmoses; Love, Schmove
by Lyla Ov
Movies have ruined it for lovers worldwide. Anything that a person might want to say or do to express their feelings for a loved one has been overused, overrated and you can guarantee that someone else has already been there and done that. Nothing is ever original anymore. From getting down on one knee to proposing marriage, to a dozen roses sent to you on Valentine’s Day or proposing marriage on Valentine’s Day. None of this stuff is truly real and meaningful. What happens after a week goes by and you’ve got rotting flowers in your home? One day in a year shouldn’t make a difference to couples; everyday should be Valentine’s Day. Why celebrate love on the same day as billions of other people do?
I am so disenchanted with the whole notion of romance that I don’t see the need for it. The knight-in-shining-armor; the forever till eternity promises; love you always, never leave you; I have eyes only for you, etcetera, etcetera. None of the crap above has any meaning to me, and that’s what’s so sad.
Take the 1996 movie, Bed of Roses, starring Christian Slater and Mary Stuart Masterson. Slater’s character, Lewis Farrell floods Lisa Walker’s (Masterson) apartment with thornless purple roses. That happened in a couple of scenes, but how long did that actually last? Women, does it really pull at your heart? Come on, do guys actually do that, or is it something writers put in just for the element of romance?
I wish I could believe that there is someone for everyone, but that’s not what reality is. I want to believe in it all so much, my head hurts whenever I think about the time when it will be my turn for real. However, I know I’ll only end up more disappointed than actually thinking about it.
Speaking of movies, you can bet when someone says: “My heart aches when I am not around you,” some actor or executive producer has already said it. Is there anything out there that proves that love still reigns true in the world, or shall I seal the coffin now?
My friend Natalie summed it all up when she said that no one values the promises made in relationships anymore. Love has become a tool of economics; something used to blind the eyes and minds of humans, something to make the world go round. People don’t see love and the dangers it brings, what it stands for, until…KA-BOOM! It all comes tumbling down in one massive implosion. Why spend all your life searching for that someone special, just to have it all fall apart when you do?
Divorce: An ugly word; one in two marriages fail. With those odds, why do people still get married? Why say: “I’ll love you always, till death do we part…through sickness, health, richness, poorness…” and so on, when five, ten, fifteen, twenty years later, the love a couple once shared and made over the years begin to fray and divide two people who were suppose to share their entire lives together?
It’s heartbreaking, all that time together and…POOF! Separate ways. What’s the use of promising vows that are empty and no one keeps them anyway? Harsh indeed. Then there are the Prenuptial Agreements. Isn’t love about trust, respect, loyalty and honor?
Rhetorical question: Isn’t marriage supposed to last a lifetime? There is only one thing more powerful and much, much stronger than love.
Money.
Money buys you status. Money buys you anything and everything you’ve ever dreamed of. Money buys you friends, but they cost a lot more than expected. The underlying point is, money bought you friends anyway.
I don’t like the word ‘divorce,’ but I hate the word ‘love’ even more. In the context of sharing your life with someone whom you love, only to end in divorce, it’s not appealing. I prefer to be single and happy rather than married and depressed.
Guys cop a lot of flack about not being able to commit, some women, too, but it’s understandable. I cannot imagine myself waking up beside the same guy, day in and day out. Falling asleep next to some guy who probably snores like an express train. Don’t even get me started on morning breath!
Scenario: In a restaurant, a string Quartet plays romantic violin music. Man gets down on one knee, a diamond ring in full view of every patron, waiter and waitress inside. Woman, is shocked but pleased she’s the center of attention.
Man: “I love you. Will you marry me?”
Woman, crying: “Yes! I will marry you!”
Kiss. And they lived happily ever after.
EERRHHH! Wrong. What a typical cliché! Music in the background, a soppy speech that the man probably got off a movie, how many times has that been done? If you wanted to express/profess your love for someone, movies and songs have already done it for you. If a guy said to me: “I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” I’d laugh. Because, 1) When a guy says that, it’s because he’s too much of a man to admit he’s afraid of ending up alone. 2) He’s intoxicated, or, 3) He actually means it...until another woman walks his way.
There is a chance he may actually mean it all, but then again, why would someone impose such a life-sentence onto their self? Reason: To give a false sense of security and delude themselves into thinking that the world around them is perfect. The idea of someone loving them is what makes life worth living. That cannot be further from the truth. Some people just want to be lied to.
Upon this reasoning, if people want to be lied to, then that must mean that they have some knowledge of the reality around them but deny its existence or ignore its presence. If they closed their eyes, it just might go away. Too much dreaming there, these are the candidates in line for a serving of broken hearts, bitter resentment and a side of cold reality, while others finish off by drinking themselves into a stupor.
Love is not an original concept, it’s been around forever, but people have manipulated it and has become the basis of suspicion today. Are there any counteractive solutions to undo the perversion of what love has become? What is love all about?
The answer, I’ll leave it to you. If you want original, then the reality of it all is love and romance, distorted and exaggerated in all its many ways exists only in movies and captured in songs. There is no originality. It is but Love. A concept, a vision, a thing used for personal gain, which can bring down even the most powerful human beings.
Times are a-changing. The truth shall conquer all and set you free...yaddah, yaddah, yaddah...but lies are more believable, so lie your beating heart out and make the world a happier place.
Notes From The Author:
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