When its love...

I'm going to step on a slippery slope with a sharp precipice so be warned. I consider my relationships my magnus opus. Immortality for me is not living forever in a literal sense, but living in the memory forever. So it was with with much proding that I finally created a facebook page. I need one more excuse to procrastinate like I need another pair of shoes. I know that material objects can only offer a shadow of the daily affirmation and unwaranted feelings of inclusion required for a healthy relationship. This pair (available in black or blue) by PRADA is on my current lust list. I think lust, desire, and envy have their place in the world as all emotions do. But I heartily follow the advice of Plato in the bridling of our passions. And I admit I get really angry when I see certain behaviours. I know that men are visual creatures, and quite easy to arouse. But I in no way condone the behaviour of Cruising. I have some very good friends a few years older, and I hope that my relationship doesn't dock in the same harbor. To finish the starting sentiment: you don't keep looking. You stop looking for the next best thing, the newer model, the replacement.
In the spirit of change that is sweeping the nation-may I make a request. That we move beyond the superficial. Whether it be the senseless display of wealth, the wasted effort in chasing youth, or the time lost to regret. Let us bury the "Sex and the City" philosophy that embodied this era, and stand for something other than designer apathy. In that vein I look to my loafers lovingly. They have served me well and will continue to do so. Just as comfortable are my favorite jeans, and my partner. In a world where we have seen better days, I am grateful for the solace that he provides. I recently had the pleasure to attend his 20 year High School reunion. My fifteen is next year. It stirred up a lot of emotions and insecurities that we all hope to move beyond. But something about returning to the past - the years of adolescent self centered awkwardness, still lingers. A sense of judgement, a sense of placement, but lacking the sense of overcoming obstacles long since encountered. While our culture is competitive - it runs amok. With the changing tide in America lets let our national identity mature as well; let's bridle this senseless spirit of competition.