I've finally found enough respite from pain to respond.Carl G wrote:Laird, love is a trap. Emotions are a mine-field. They are a see-saw whirlygig amusement park in which we can live our whole lives in the push/pull of highs and lows. If we wish to transcend the sufferings that come along with the epiphanies, we must examine our behavior and possibly re-evaluate the value of the feeeelings, and especially the place they have in the scheme of our lives. So long as we remain addicted to the feelings and to the ideas behind them, we are no more than slaves to nature. If we have the potential and can summon the will, we can lead ourself -- and thereby the world -- into a saner existence.
Carl, love is not a trap, it's a way of life. Emotions are not a mine-field, they're what connects you with your humanity. Highs and lows? Sure, but in my experience, the highs far outweigh the lows. Perhaps you have been less fortunate. Too bad, but don't bestow your poor fortune upon me. Transcend the sufferings? I've already spelt out the path to that: love as much as you can and rationalise away that which pulls you from love. It's as simple as that. Addicted to feelings? Well sure, aren't we all but can you be human without being? I submit that you cannot. If we have the potential and can summon the will, we can lead ourself - and thereby the world - into a more loving and respectful existence.
I was for a while there going to share with you details of a couple of intimate experiences that I've had with women. Parting ways with one of my close friends at the end of a gorgeous night of shared affection, our arms around each other, not wanting to let go, the wind blowing in off the shore, feeling her body pressed against mine, seeing her face in a new light now that I was so close to it - she was radiant! - and generally just loving her with every inch of my soul. Or coming to the end of a night of raunch with my internet lover, her telling me things that I never thought I'd hear from a woman - things about my sexuality that I've always hoped to hear but have never - until now - had spelt out to me. What precious, precious memories. And you would have me deny them. So sad mate, so sad. In the end I decided not to share the details of those experiences with you though. I figured: you're a decent, lovable human being just like me - surely you've had fantastic experiences with women too. What's the point in spelling out the details of my experiences when you have your own experiences to draw upon?
Sue would tell me that it's all going to lead to hatred in the end. Sue: you misguided soul, you. There's little hatred in me and not much chance of any arising. Love leads to hatred like cats lead to dogs, which is to say - sometimes they attract one another but one isn't the consequence of the other. If you train yourself properly, then you can avoid any hatred that you might ordinarily feel.
I figured out the secret to life in my final year of high school. We were on retreat, and I was sitting next to my best buddy Mick, when I said to him: "What's the meaning of life?" and he replied "What do you think?" and I replied "It starts with an 'R'" whereupon he said "Yeah, relationships". You can try and deny it as much as you like but that's the simple truth. Human beings are social animals and we derive most of our meaning from our relationships with other people. My sister said something to me last year that really struck home. She goes from boyfriend to boyfriend - I mean, the woman is never without a partner - she's had something like seventeen in the past ten years - but for a moment she was temporarily without one. And what she said to me was something like this: "I tried for a while to believe that relationships with men didn't matter to me, that I was deluded for believing in them. But in the end I realised that I was fooling myself: relationships do matter, they're the most important thing in the world to me." And you know what? She could be speaking for me too (except that I'm into women, not men).
By the way, let me take this opportunity to say what a way cool chick my sister is. I mean, she's just awesome. Blows away the bullshit image of Woman that QRS try to portray. She started listening to the "World of woman" podcast but gave up on it not because the truths were too hard for her, but because it was a waste of her time to listen to it - there wasn't enough sense in it. Maybe you guys (QRS et al) need to meet more women like my sister, and the friend that I alluded to above, and my internet lover, to get over your pathetic stereotypes of Woman. In fact I know over a dozen women who blow away your stereotypes, but you probably wouldn't recognise them for who they are due to your prejudices. Fucking chauvinists.