Love Actually is all around

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that.

It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends.

When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion… love actually is all around.

-“Prime Minister”

Yup. Some days.

Yup. Some days.

What you want, what you need.

You want:

Indulgence.

To be able to have the excess. The luxury of reaching and and getting what you want, when you want it, without a high cost for such things.

You need:

Discipline.

To control your appetites. To know what, when and how much you require. To take, use efficiently, and be willing to work for.

You want:

Prize.

A quick end. Something to show off. The result. To gain the goal, even if you can’t see it yet.

You need:

Goal.

A firm endpoint with specific criteria. A reachable destination. To walk a path to that end, with definite steps along the way.

You want:

Freedom.

An open sky. Boundless, endless, and undivided expanses of space and time. When it goes on forever, you can’t tell if you’ve moved at all.

You need:

Security.

A safety. Shelter from life’s circumstance. A warm place to which you can return, relax, and be at ease.

You want:

Fantasy.

An ephemeral ideal. A self-created, abstract above the reach of this reality. To soar through the clouds on which you’ll never land.

You need:

Grounding.

A foundation. A solid form, self-sustaining independent of yourself. You can always reach for the stars, but you need somewhere to bring them back to.

You want:

Illusion.

Trick mirrors. A fake smile and a clouded voice. The perfect companion, until you reach out for an embrace and feel nothing but cold.

You need:

Truth.

You used Lie About Interests! It’s not very effective …

I want to say this feels somehow appropriate given the whole fiasco of the Gizmodo “OKCupid dating article” which went viral (for lack of better term) earlier this week. At least, it’s related tangentially in my head.

So today, as so many days, I was wearing a tshirt that would be classified as having geek/nerd subject matter. Of course, some of these shirts are more obscure than others, with their origin and subject matter being being anything within my own interests and knowledge. Furthermore, they may be additionally obfuscated by crossovers, inside jokes, and other things that make them less decipherable to people who don’t share the interest. All that said, I don’t wear my shirt for other people. I wear them because I like them. I saw it, I liked it, I bought it. If other people appreciate them, that’s fine, but I was the target audience for my clothing.

After that intro, I was wearing my Edgar Allen Poe ‘Raven’ shirt today (see here for shirt). During my lunch break, I ran a few errands. One in particular was to grab lunch. Being near a college town, the eatery I walked into had several young adults present, also having lunch. As I eating, I was approached by a young lady. She was rather attractive, and probably not many years my junior - basically, a potential date (or whatnot) candidate under most circumstances. The initial conversation was as follows:

Her: “Hi.”

Me: “Hey.”

Her: “I like your shirt. I love The Raven, it’s a great read.”

Me: “Thanks, I thought it was a clever way of depicting the Poem.”

Her: “The poem? I thought it was a story.”

Me: “I guess it’s a narrative, so it could be something of a scary story.”

Her: “Yeah, it is scary. Like when the raven says ‘Evermore’, that always gets me.”

I shall spare any soul reading this the remainder of the conversation. Needless to say, it was painfully (emphasis on ‘pain) apparent that she’d never read The Raven, nor any of Poe’s works. And I eventually politely excused myself from the conversation and left.

Lest I be misunderstood, I hold no grudge against those who have never read Poe’s works. I have no problem with people who don’t share my literary tastes in the least. Each person is entitled to their literary choice and prerogative.

What does bug me, however, is that somebody would go about attempting to begin any type of communication and/or relationship with such a disingenuous approach. Be the relationship one of simple friendship or something deeper than that, beginning with a lie can only hurt the involved parties. Such initial contact will serve, no matter how trivial the subject matter may be, as a foundation of any future interaction between these people. What is to keep such a single lie from turning into further lies, potentially about matters of more weight? What is the expected effect when, possibly later on, it comes out that the first thing you talked about was deception?

More than that, what kind of person feels the need to lie about their interests or knowledge about something in order to feel socially acceptable? Are you not simply lying to yourself in addition to those around you? Are you not cheating yourself our of potentially meaningful friendships and connections to people that you would have if they were based on truth?

Maybe it’s me, but it just seems silly.