Sweet Nothing

Since we are all learning creatures, whether we realize it or not, I sometimes wonder how much of our lovelife is dictated by love stories?

Nowadays, love stories are often in the guise of romantic comedies or maudlin dramas. The idea to meet “the one”, have a whirlwind courtship, get married, & live happily never divorced seems as if it is biblical in both its acceptance as gospel…& in its fealty to nonsense.

I’m not saying this path can’t be courted, seduced, & lived, but how many divorces do we have to bear before we realize that true love (or more accurately, a working love) simply has to be smarter by its very definition. Because the obvious sequel to the love story is the children’s tale, & the same axiom applies here as in religion—we cannot allow immaturity to raise our youth, be it playwright or pastor.

I’m glad people are waiting longer till they at least attempt a lasting partnership, be it legal or otherwise. This can only add experience, depth, wisdom, and maybe even a better understanding of what love actually is. Too often our grand love tales are crafted by jilted, wistfully lonely writers expressing how they wish their love lives turned out. This acceptance and propping up of unreality then gets filtered through the culture until fantasy is acceptable as the realistic goal. It’s quite possible now that most of life is generally figured out, including the prices & pleasures of sex, commitment, & even gender relations, yet our sappy love tales seem be restricted to doe-eyed teens falling in love with pale, sparkling guys who refuse to feed on you and give you eternal life (or tick-ridden werepuppies who have to and probably should be taken out). The twilight of a genre indeed.

The fairytale was always a bit of a fraud. Nowadays we know the prince is going bald, the princess is seemingly becoming anorexic, the future king is a divorcee, and that king doesn’t actually officially rule anything. A writer is king of his world, yet sometimes he presents it to us as ¬†simple past fact, or something to actually grab in the future. But more and more we’re learning that sex isn’t cheap, but it also isn’t naughty. Love takes a little work, but the smarter we work the easier this love will make our life. And then maybe the children we write in real life will become little screenplays that actually work in 3D, sans the myopic glasses.


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