There are no random acts only non spefic victims and unlikely benefactors. I don’t know who said, it was probably me or maybe someone else.
For some reason in recent times the concept of true love was replaced with unconditional love. They aren’t the same thing; I’m not sure true love even exists in any sense except for the opposite of false love. Unconditional love isn’t romantic love at all.
A very real for instance; I loved my fat little pit bull, Levi, unconditionally. I had loved my second wife. Levi killed a snack dog, Sunny had him put down for it. I loved Levi even though he had killed, turns out a condition for the romantic love of my second wife was that she not kill a dog of mine.
With my first wife I had two children. I bailed each one of jail more than once. I love them both even when they are wrong. The wife decided when she became a lesbian that not only was I undesirable but my gender was oppressive. Turns out a condition of whatever love I had for her somehow involved a parity of gender.
To a lot of people fidelity is a condition of romantic love. Unconditional love is where there is no endpoint, no action so horrible or taboo that your love stops. It’s not a hard concept, the boundaries are right there in the name; unconditional. Sometimes the conditions of romantic are so very mundane and pedestrian that they go without saying; the condition of my love for you is that I still love you. Sounds shallow and weak, right? Tell me it sounds unfamiliar.
A lot of romantic love is a bookmark.
Just so this entry doesn’t seem cryptic; I am very much in love. The things might be conditions are the things that will not come up as far as I can tell. Certainly not killing a dog or man hating. I loved her when I was a child, when I was a young man, and I never stopped during the decades I was somewhere else. Again, I don’t know if it’s unconditional but I can’t think of a single condition I’m likely to set that she’d be hard put to not live up to. I defended my dogs and my children because they were my dogs and children; I will defend her because she’ll be right.
So this was lurking on desktop, I was writing it earlier and got caught up in something else. The other day I was watching a show on Netflix, something from network TV so a line I used to hear a lot was edited, on the edited show it went something like this; For every beautiful woman you see somewhere there is a man tired of making love to her. That’s even more non-sensical than the way it’s usually said, replacing the word fucking for making love. It’s meant to be a crude saying with a crude worldview. Oh, yeah, and a hetro-centric view too, I mean if the axiom were true it would stand to reason that beautiful lesbians had some woman out there tired of fucking her.
I honestly have never understood this. I mean I don’t know what world wise insight it’s supposed to provide unless, and I doubt this, it’s meant to cheer up some guy who is too shy to talk to women. In the real world beauty and sexual compatibility aren’t all that connected, there is the type of guy who dates beautiful women so he can be seen with them, typically this is a guy with a lot of vanity or a middle aged crisis or both. Her beauty and fucking her aren’t even all that connected. And, both being a man and being a social person who knows a number of men, the entire gender is not that shallow. Yes, the fire dies down in long term relationships, mature adults with age appropriate emotional maturity find ways of dealing with that; beauty is rarely the cause or the cure.
If the tense were different it would make more sense in a sort of too obvious to mention kind of way; meaning I don’t think a fifty year old beautiful woman is likely a virgin and if she’s been through more than one relationship at some point a relationship ended — though it’s a stretch to think it ended because the guy was tired of fucking her because she was beautiful. It’s one of those sayings that seem to belittle both men and women and seem to have a problem with beauty.
The classic bachelor party sit-com scenario is one buddy, usually the best man, gives some speech to the groom about fidelity (though it’s usually something like — that’s the last woman you’ll ever make love to (if network) fuck (if cable). I’ve been the best at a few weddings and the groom at a few, outside of a TV show or Movie I’ve never been part of that particular piece of dumbassholery. For one thing I assume my friends aren’t idiots; the groom considered that before finding himself a groom to be.
I also know a number of guys who hold with the sort of anti-thesis of … beautiful … fuck thing. They date ugly women because they are more grateful. Honestly the friends of mine who have said that meant it and left out the piece about how unattractive they are because, you know, friends are friends because they don’t point that shit out.
Beauty is skin deep is one of those eyes of the beholder things too, as is beauty itself when it pertains to romantic love or art.
Jesus, I’ve gone all pedantic. Yawn fest.
Be nice to one another and don’t listen to nonsense or, and herre’s a simple saying with a lot of wisdom, listen twice and speak once.
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