The Trouble With Love Is
Tuesday, November 20th, 2007“If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspision love actually is all around.” - Prime Minister
I watched Love Actually last night which went against everything I stood for. For one everyone I know likes this movie which makes me not want to like it(The rebel in me I suppose) and two I hate love stories. However, being generous of holiday spirit and seeing the movie appear on a couple of best of Christmas movies lists, I decided to give it a go. I watched it, and I bet you are thinking it had a profound effect on me. Well it made me think about love a bit anyway.
I’ve never been one to dwell on the word love. It’s a tricky one. It starts with an ‘l’ and ends with an ‘e’, but when you push all those letters together there’s something so complicated. Something I don’t get. Something that I’ve never really wanted to get. Something that I never really like to think about. And yet here I am watching this movie about love and all the ways love manifests itself in the lives of everyone. And stupid brain starts to think, “What’s wrong with love?” You know damn well what’s wrong with it. Love is imperfect. I see that in my life everyday. The pain and worry it causes. The fear. That’s what’s everywhere. That’s all around. But I see these images on the screen before me of people overcome with love. And imagine what it’s like. Like a bottle of Champagne that’s been sitting there for months, maybe years. Now it’s decorked and out of nowhere millions of bubbles materialize. The numbers mutliply and they gather and push their way to the top gaining strength and speed and finally burst out of the top in a fountain of white and gold smelling of fruit and sweet. Is that what love is like? I can’t allow myself to feel that. Cyndi Lauper sang, “There’s a hole in my heart that goes all the way to China.” She’s known love, and now she has an empty space as vast as the planet. I think telling everyone I’m gay did something very wrong with me. Balls! Why the hell am I thinking about love? Who the hell am I? Now I’m pissed!
God, I’m rambling. Anyway I see love. I have a deep and great love for my family and friends. So I know how important it is. But I don’t know LOVE love. I don’t think I ever will and maybe never want to. But to those of you who do. Congratulations. Keep surviving.
I am totally going to regret ever typing this. Totally. And no I’m not drunk, people at work!

