While I can embrace change, I’m quite a constant little thing. Lately there has been copious amount of change going on in my life but through it all I have had one unvarying degree. The Boyfriend.
I have been reading a fairly low brow book about a couple who fall madly and obsessively in love and, for them, it’s life changing (as it usually tends to be). Looking back, I should have known better because books like this where you then make unhealthy comparisons in your own life and the results are usually disastrous.
I finally had to acknowledge such books deserve no place in our library and should only be read by college girls and unhappily married middle age women looking for fulfillment elsewhere. So, needing a complete literary 180, I picked up Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris.
Ironically the first short story I read was titled The End of the Affair, based on the similarly titled movie starring Ralph Fiennes and Julianne Moore. It was essentially the same situation as my book; his boyfriend left the movie feeling as if “his life had not only passed him by but paused along the way to spit in his face.”
Apparently I’m too influenced by things I read and the solution is to give up reading entirely, but the essay struck a chord. No one creates movies or writes books about long term couples if they want to make any money. Essentially, “our lives are boring.”
What more could he want? It was an incredibly stupid question and when he failed to answer I was reminded of just how lucky I truly am. Movie characters might chase each other through the fog or race down stairs of burning buildings, but that’s for beginners. Real love amounts to withholding the truth, even when you are offered the perfect opportunity to hurt someone’s feelings.
Boredom be damned, I don’t think I could be happier. So as I stood next to my faithful constant this morning, reprimanding (barely) animals for peeing on the floor, I was reminded of how lucky I am.
What more could I want?
This was way too deep for 8am…