Apr 11, 2010

Like a Big Pizza Pie, That's Amore

I've been spending a lot of time thinking about love, lately. I guess it comes with the territory when you're writing a love story.

Haven't come to any conclusions, though, so don't get too excited.

But what I was thinking is that, considering how many times I've done it (fallen in love, that is) it's really a wonder I'm not better at it.

When I was little, I fell in love every day. With many, many boys (even ones that didn't exist - I had a particularly violent crush on Atreyu from the Neverending Story). As I grew older, I became more picky. Which didn't mean I wasn't always in love. I was, it's just that I would stay in love with the same person for longer - hello, teenage angst (we all have that one, don't we, that one boy in high school who ignored us and for whom we pined in vain, and still hold a soft spot for in our hearts even though he grew up to become a loser with a silly mustache.)

Of course there was my first kiss (worthy of many years of soul-crushing love), my first boyfriend (still a secret love to this day), the first boy I was a proper grownup "couple" with, and-so-on-and-so-forth. With certain notable exceptions (think love child of Voldemort and Kathy Bates in Misery - we have all had one of those as well, sadly) I still love every single one of them. Which means that as we speak, I probably "love", in some form or another, close to 100 men/boys/random fictional characters/figments of my imagination. Like a giant love sandwich.

So again, I ask you, given all this loving that I do on a regular basis, and the broad array of subject specimens, how is it that I still don't know what I'm doing? I can hardly even write a good love story, much less have one.


I think there's only one solution.

More practice.

1 comment:

the Duchess said...

I think there are lots of kinds of love Res. Just because you love to many, so openly, doesn't mean you won't be knocked off your gorgeous feet when the zsa, zsa, zsu one comes along. I don't think loving and saying you love is ever something to squelch - say it loud and proud.

I happen to love three different men in three different ways at this exact moment. Good thing none of them make me choose one of them or I'd be in trouble! hee hee! No but really, I tell each one of them I love them, because I do. And while only one of them is (I believe) 'the one' (hope one day he feels like that about me too) I still love them all and they each make a fun, different and great total way of life for me.

And P.S. Couldn't stop laughing at your Atrayou reference - totally obsessed with the Neverending Story as a kid too!!