I missed a post last week. It was a combination meeting up with an old friend and the fact that I couldn’t upload pictures to my site. Fortunately, I have a very smart friend who can adjust my permission settings. I was going to go back and post it, but honestly, (Spoiler Alert) that post is about doing math at urinals. Literally. If you try and read into that sentence any more than what’s presented at face value, you’re wasting your time.
Valentine’s Day is tomorrow. Last year, I spent it with Jackie Chan and Bud Light. There are probably better ways to spend it, but…I did not choose one of those.
Tomorrow is a day of love. And I’m all about that. I’m a huge fan of sappiness, cheesiness, corniness, and pretty much all other food-related adjectives that describe the giddy feeling of love. But I’ve always said, there is a thin line between romantic and creepy. Luckily, there are different kinds of love, and they have never been more apparent than in the past few years.
First, there is a love for family. This is a love that we have for people that we never chose to love, but do anyways. I have a weird love for all of my family members, and for me, this translates into friends, whom I view as family. In my family, action has always been more valuable than words. We were always pushed to BE more than what we SAY. And love can be the same way. If I never say how much I love you, you will certainly see it in the things that I do. This is not a justification by any means; just an explanation for a lack of communication. Anyone can say how much they love you, but it’s the selfless action that makes it more meaningful. I love my family and my family loves me. And I am truly blessed to say that.
I took a couple of minutes to look up love quotes, and I found this particularly eye-roll inducing:
“If I could be any part of you, I’d be your tears. To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.”
I don’t ever want to be someone’s tears. I want to be the guy that says, “Let’s go get some drinks and figure out how to make the best of the situation.” Die on your lips…give me a break.
If any girl’s heart just melted from that quote, then I apologize. But to say you want to die on someone’s lips is crossing over into Creepy land…
Then there is a type of love that you have for someone special. The reason they are special is because of the way that you feel about them and the way they make you feel. Again, this can be a very creepy tightrope. There are people who think about that special someone all day. And those people can also be stalkers who collect hair clippings. I guess defining which one you are has to be a personal realization. Or just a friend telling you, “Dude…you need to stop being a creep right now.”
In no way do I think I love blindly. To me, true love is knowing the consequences of what can happen, and boldly saying you don’t give a shit. It’s embracing all of the things that could be and confidently going in the direction of what you hope will be. All love takes a little faith, and in my world, there is no shortage of that. I’m not going to say that I’ve always placed my love in the people that were right for me, but at one point, I thought they were the best candidate. Heartache and disappointment is what makes love so much better. When you lose something you’ve put so much time an effort into, you appreciate it so much more when it’s reciprocated. And to feel someone’s confident love through spoken word or actions is a feeling that should be indescribable. So if I’m doing a bad job of communicating and explanation, then that’s my justification.
People who say Valentine’s Day is a crappy holiday are neglecting to see how lucky they are. And if you’re on “No Love Island,” then it’s time to start using a little faith.
Thanks for reading.
Love, Corny McSappy