Cloudy day thoughts

A chance meeting. Eyes lock for elastic seconds. Two subtle smiles. Talk into the wet warm nights. Months pass. Fall in lust. Listen to each other’s music collections. Travel to places made all the more exotic by each other’s company. More months pass. Fall in love. Move in. Become accustomed to each other’s idiosyncrasies. Wake up to watch each other just sleep. Eat each others cooked foods. Save money. Share money. Even more months pass. Arguments begin. Dissonance kicks in. Fights fuelled by bitter love. Say things we don’t mean to hurt hearts. Irreparable sentences. Break up. Storm out. Heartbreak. Jealousy. Then silence. Après the love storm.

Sparing with love, tongues wage wars that words can’t finish. Using the shield of romance and the sword of lust.

I tend to think that understanding the other sex is not for us humankind. Animals understand the other sex better than we ever will. The bottom line for them is procreation. Sex to produce. “I bang you, you bang out babies, we bang again.” Tosha gari.

For us, there’s so much more involved in understanding the opposite sex in a relationship. Games both sexes play with each other. Cheating, lying, break ups. Lust for others. That wandering eye. Ego. Power play over each other. Domination. Romantic notions. Complications of emotion. The ugly green monster of jealousy that resides in the dominant dark parts of the mind. Absence. Distance. Viewpoints. Little irritating qualities.

To understand love we need to have felt it first. To understand how to love, we need to let go of our inhibitions, we need to let go of our past experiences, we need to break free from our pre-programmed perceptions of what the movies, books and others tell us love is. When someone does everything for you and you’re not feeling them anymore, just tell them instead of letting them linger on in the misery of maybe.

We’ll never move forward if we sit in the comfortable depression of the past.

Just some thoughts I wrote, one cloudy day.