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August 24, 2004
Frankie and Johnny. . .
Went to see Frankie and Johnny in the Clair de Lune last weekend. And was completely blown away. The play asks the question of romantic love: "Why is it so crazy to believe in....to invest in.... to even confess to.... Love at First Sight?"
Obviously, this is a subject that is near and dear to my heart.
completely unexpectedly, I found another reference to love at first sight in my commute-reading this morning, Alain de Botton's near-novel On Love
"To speak of love after we had barely spent a morning together was to encounter charges of romantic delusion and semantic inaccuracy. Yet we can only ever fall in love without knowing whom we have fallen in love with. "
I've come to terms with this struggle in my life, of embracing the bright feelings of new acquaintance as love while maintaining a respect for long-term friendships as the same love, with conscious choice and time layered on top of that first rush of joy and excitement and attraction and opportunity.
I wanted to believe that love was only possible with that weird impossible fiction that makes use words like 'soul-mate' and 'fate'. and my absolutely lovely friends who have seen me through my relationship ups and downs are all over the map on love - from "there's only one love, with one soul-mate, and every other love you feel is a joke in comparison" to "you choose who you want to be with, and it may or may not work out, it's all about work' and everything in between.
I'm not currently in love, myself. haven't been there for what seems like forever.
but I'm thinking about the topic constantly now. and reading about it. and seeing plays about it. and writing about it. wonder if I'll experience it anytime soon, or if this is the extent of my dabblings, this fall?
of course, as always, I'll let you know.
Posted by Heather at August 24, 2004 03:49 PM
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You know how it works, toots. Quit obsessing about it, and it'll knock you over in the street like a St. Bernard puppy.
Posted by: Blondie at August 24, 2004 04:06 PM