Slightly mumbly ramblings with a touch of existential rage
I am now reachable at EJwhiz@nycap.rr.com. I want to change my name, so I'll keep y'all posted. Yes, I just used "y'all" in a sentence. It's sort of a missing my life/family in the South sort of day/week thing.
Now, to the point.
Mariel said something today in Lit that sort of infuriated me.
Quoth she: "There is no love, only sex."
Now, honestly, that is a miserable generalization to make. While, yes, that is true of a disherateningly large number of people, it is by no means true of everyone. To even suggest that it could be borders on the edge of cruelty.
Second, and what makes me seem like a naive, eleven-year-old, romantic (and, heck, I suppose I am a naive, fourteen-year-old romantic) even if it WERE true, I could never bring myself to subscribe to anything so crass. I mean, if all this searching that occupies so many people culminates in a few years of physical pleasure with someone who could never really care about you (because, according to Mariel, love doesn't exist) I really have to question what kind of world I'm living in. I mean, sure, love has been grossly commercialized, but that doesn't mean that it's an invention in and of itself. But maybe that's just me.
The best of everything to y'all, including the finest in pain, because in some way or another, someday you'll understand it. Just ask my ankle (but I'll warn you, it's not done with the answer yet).
Now, to the point.
Mariel said something today in Lit that sort of infuriated me.
Quoth she: "There is no love, only sex."
Now, honestly, that is a miserable generalization to make. While, yes, that is true of a disherateningly large number of people, it is by no means true of everyone. To even suggest that it could be borders on the edge of cruelty.
Second, and what makes me seem like a naive, eleven-year-old, romantic (and, heck, I suppose I am a naive, fourteen-year-old romantic) even if it WERE true, I could never bring myself to subscribe to anything so crass. I mean, if all this searching that occupies so many people culminates in a few years of physical pleasure with someone who could never really care about you (because, according to Mariel, love doesn't exist) I really have to question what kind of world I'm living in. I mean, sure, love has been grossly commercialized, but that doesn't mean that it's an invention in and of itself. But maybe that's just me.
The best of everything to y'all, including the finest in pain, because in some way or another, someday you'll understand it. Just ask my ankle (but I'll warn you, it's not done with the answer yet).