Saturday, January 10, 2009
Practicing Dialogue vs. Diatribe
That's just the problem.
I'm guessing she can't decide whether you are awfully perfect for each other...
or just perfectly awful.
But I told her that I loved her!
Well what does that have to do with anything?
Allot I should hope.
Words mean nothing to her.
You're wrong. She's an author. Words mean everything to her.
Not those ones.
They are as easy to say as "I hate you".
and who knows.
maybe a year from now things change and...
I could never hate her! I want to marry her!
I would do anything for her!
I see. And you told her this already?
It may as well be over.
Why? Because I say marriage and say it so soon?
No. Because you say "anything" and actually believe yourself.
She isn't as cynical as you are.
Leave it to a "poet in love" to mistake wisdom for cynicism.
I come to you, asking for your help,
your guidance in winning her hand,
and all you do is scoff at my love for her.
It is not Love I laugh at.
It is your love for Love,
and what it does for you,
that is difficult to tolerate.
I just told you I would do anything for her!
And you accuse me of selfishness!
The language of love is the most intoxicating drug of all.
The more it is spoken, the higher it takes you...
But if she did as you wished, if she married you today,
and if you lived off the feelings of grandeur that you carry for her
at this very hour, I can assure you, the glow would dull and fade
and no amount of meaningless incantations or phrases could ever bring it back.
I have a different theory.
I think you are the selfish one.
You know how much you influence her.
And yet you block your own sister's happiness!
Very well then, O wise one. What would you advise.
To admit to yourself and to her that you know nothing of Love.
Absolutely nothing at all.
But that it would be your greatest honor,
to commit yourself daily,
to discovering this knowledge,
Only then would you have chance in this whole mess.
That, and a good shave wouldn't hurt your case either.
Posted by Jekisa Jean at 1:44 PM