Last week we dosed and walked along the streets of this mad city, watching the giant cars pass, hearing the bubbling of the gingerbread streets. In one of the rusty projects we heard a man beating a woman as she wailed and cried.
"I wonder if it's fear of loneliness or love that keeps people like that together." - The The
How many people are out there like that wishing for a way out? How many realize that the doors are not really locked, that they have been open all along? How many lives drift like lonely ghosts, staying where they are because they have nowhere else to go? We walked on crunching dry leaves and trash.
We complicate every step in the hormone-laden path of sex and intimacy with a thousand rituals, with standards and jargon, with etiquette and rules. Tonight someone goes on a date for the first time with palms sweating over whether a girl will really like going to the dogfights. Tonight someone proposes marriage while jumping off the high dive at a public pool. Tonight a couple will stand in a fountain and kiss while water soaks into their shoes under the glow of the orange autumn moon. Tonight a man will kill 5 people to find just the right piece of jewelry to adorn his girlfriend's navel. Blood shines best.
Tonight there will be a hundred breakups, a thousand first dates, a million awkward first kisses and ten million orgasms. Tonight there will be a storm of tears, a symphony of laughter, sex attacks and bonding in the glow of television, coy glances and an explicit electric touch felt once and never again.
Does anyone find what they are searching for in this elaborate process? Or should we give up on the idea that another person can complete us and enjoy the dance, bouncing out of step and laughing at those who think that this quest is what life is about? In truth humanity goes a little more mad every year and takes everything too seriously. Most people will steal your happiness if you let them. Be careful who you let in. Hold onto those you can trust. A good friend is worth a thousand reckless hand jobs. The idea of love is worth more than the reality. And while it seems like a good idea at the time canned meat will eventually make your stomach explode.
I am off to drink cocktails and throw paint around. If I wake up tomorrow with a blue tongue I got things reversed. Love and laughter.
"love is a skeleton key unlocking a small room filled with darkness and hope." - The residents |
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