February 14, 2006
happy valentine's day
After two divorces, I've spent a
lot of money lot of time pondering the concept of "love" and what it really means. I'm beginning to think that love must be a lot like pornography. I can't define it, but I know it when I see it.
I remember seeing my dad asleep on the couch one Saturday. He had a half-read paperback book open on his chest and he snored fit to wake the dead. My mama bustled around the kitchen, doing mama-esque things with a pissed-off kind of energy. I looked at my sleeping dad and then looked at my pissed-off mama.
"Mama, do you ever want to just kill him?" I asked.
"Yes, I do!" Mama replied. "I don't know why your father looks forward to his days off so much. He doesn't do anything but sleep on that couch. He drives me crazy sometimes. But I love him."
I think that's a good definition of love: It's the state of being where the other person drives you crazy sometimes, but not enough to make you actually kill them. You'd rather have 'em asleep on the sofa and pissing you off than not have 'em at all.
Y'all have a happy Valentine's Day!
Oh, thank Gawd ... I was beginning to think my parents didn't love each other anymore. Hehe.
You are in love when you finally start believing that the woman in question loves you.
Once you are convinced of that, you are in too deep. No way out but forward.
My husband and I were discussing why our marriage works when others fail. He said "it's because we tolerate each other". I have to agree.
Love is for people that can't handle reality.
"Love is for people that can't handle reality."
Some would also say "Religion is for the weak."
OK, so I can't handle reality AND I'm weak.
But, anonymous. I'm HAPPY!
So now you're gonna tell me that " ignorance is bliss" ? ? ?
Anyway, Rob, Happy Valentine's Day ... and may she, who is worthy of you, but just down the road.
NO, marriage isn't a prerequisite for having someone special in your life. I guess I'm trying to say :"may you find what you need to give you joy in your life."
Happy Valentine's Day from a womin who's been married almost 27 years and sometimes would like to wring his neck, but loves him anyway.
And yep, we put up with each other. He golfs. I blog. He watches "Cops". I watch BBC comedies. He wants to go to Ireland. I'm lucky if I make it to San Francisco (20 miles away) once a year.
You get the idea.....
What? Your Mama never fell asleep reading a book? You said "Day off" which implies he worked all week. Love is when she smiles at him sleeping on his day off.
Yep - you know you're married for awhile when you go to work today exclaiming the best Valentine's Day ever and everyone is asking "why?" "what'd he do?", "tell us tell us" and you explain that he left you in bed alone and slept in another room so you could have the bed to yourself to try and get some sleep!
Now that's LOVE baby.....
(I have really bad insomnia and he KNEW I needed sleep..awwwwwww - I'll take that over flowers any day, well, that or a stick of RAM :)
This story illustrates that there is a thin line between love and hate.