Life would be so much more fun if we could go to a counter like at the airport and choose to hand over our emotional baggage now wouldn’t it? I know my weekend would have been a whole hell of a lot more fun.
The stress of still being unemployed and watching my bank account shrink rapidly has taken it’s toll on my self esteem in recent days. Add to that my misgivings about my relationship with Capt. P and it becomes quite a powerful cocktail. One that I managed to not just sip on this weekend, but gulp down like a jello shot.
I’m going to refrain from going into details out of respect for the Capt., but something did come up in our rather emotional discourse. Is being ‘in love” so much more different than ‘loving’ someone?
Now for me, being in love with someone means a lot of things. An undeniable spark of attraction, both physical and mental is important. Shared laughter and the ability to have fun. Sexual compatibiliy. Compassion and understanding. And…here’s the sticking point, the ability to spend extended periods of time together in comfort and ease. You should be able to picture spending days with that person and being happy and content to do so. Shouldn’t you? In fact, if you’re ‘in love’ shouldn’t you look forward to every time you have a chance to be together? Shouldn’t you want all the time you can possibly get with that significant other?
I know that the time spent together isn’t all going to be making googly eyes at each other, making love or even sharing deep meaningful conversations. But shouldn’t your heart just be content that they are there? With you? And you with them? Or perhaps I’m just buying into the fairy tale? A product of carry-on emotional baggage?
