I love sharing; I honestly do. Why do you think I have this journal? Why do you think I read all of the journals and communities I do? It's a give and take, and there's just so much to be taken and given. There's bad and good, some of which we can pick and choose. But it's not enough; it's never enough.
How can one person expect to be everything?
And then I saw About a Boy. I like to be able to point to movies and say, "See?" because it's easier than explaining. Same with song lyrics, in that vast, subjective sense. I waited a bit, so now hopefully some of you have gotten around to seeing/reading it.
I really liked the movie (because it was good). But simplistic reviews aside, I think that it crystallized a very beautiful point that was sitting, supersaturated, in my head, waiting for that vital seed. If you ever review your classical mythology, you will see that often, women come in threes. There's the classical duality of man ("The Jungian thing, sir!"), but three graces, three furies, three fates. And it's a salient enough point that my lazy brain has actually been thinking about it. I actually have three women (not that the rest of you aren't fantastic, too) that I think of as the three graces. One is the most beautiful woman I've ever known, and I love her violently. I know one who is absolutely unmatched for the amount of fun we can have together, and I'm happy to say she's my best friend. And the third is possibly the most compelling person I've ever had the priveledge of exchanging e-correspondence with (when she's around). She's dreadfully unique and there always seems to be another facet of her (to keep the crystal analogy) to catch reflections from. Don't think for a minute that she's not beautiful, or that the essence of beauty isn't herself fun. They wouldn't be the three-sided creatures we call women if that were the case. They might be the one-dimensional beasts I refer to as 'chicks'.
So wait, duality of man, tertiality (trinality?) of women? No, I'm not suggesting a new family structure composed of five person units. Allow me a moment to giggle, though, as I entertain the thought of launching into a long entry espousing the idea.
Hee hee, ok. I'm back. But really, we do need more than one person to keep us going. Whether as a back-up or as a way to be is up to you. I'm not sure the traditional way of doing things is what I'm up for yet. Fortunately, I've got time to spare.
And then, prophetically, Greg Kihn's Jeopardy video comes on, where he drives away from his wedding in a hearse.
I always have to be different, so why stop now? I don't think you can put a limit on love, so I'm not going to. I'm getting mature enough that I'm not just indiscriminately spreading myself around until I'm left with nothing but a too-thin residue of my identity. I want to take everyone as they are, and love them as much as I can. Sometimes that's traditional, sometimes it's not. I love that loving people works in ways unique to each situation, and I love that sometimes love means not saying the words aloud.
I love this Men at Work video. I miss the Cold War-era humor we used to have.