Today’s topic is unrequited love and the act of giving love freely no matter what the rate of return.  I challenge you to ask yourself if true love includes expectations?  Does the real deal love come with circumstances and qualifiers?  Does it go away if it’s not equally reciprocated, or if it’s not tested, held in court or over the other person’s head? And does it not exist if you don’t say it?  If you don’t share it?  What’s the point of stifled love left to tarnish and mold until it is no good to anybody, especially the beholder.  Love is not a business case my friends, you cannot keep a neat and balanced scorecard with internal and external performance measures and strategies.  We are too calculating.  Love is messy, it requires paper towels, it is constantly tipping the scale and is not always equally embraced. 

 

This is a concept that has been debated amongst friends as of late, but let us take a minute to turn this theory to something besides the opposite sex.  There are other things we love dearly without having to cross the line into the realm of animism and objectum sexuality*…  People love sports, diamonds, cars, cities, Twinkies, grill pans and I imagine there’s somebody out there that loves just about everything you can think of, stinky tofu included.  And, not all things are loving beings, despite what the animists say.  So why can’t we get the same joy from loving people unconditionally that we do from, say, a get away to New York City?

 

Katy and I generally spend at least a month planning our yearly girls’ weekend trip North.  We waste idle hours anxiously anticipating the sights, sounds, and tastes of the city that never sleeps.  Upon arrival, lists of carefully researched boutiques, candy shops, ethnic finds, and itineraries are practically burning holes through our favorite designer purses and hours later the rickety cobblestones are burning holes through our flip flopped feet. 

 
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