L(oh)ve
Day One
Love. A concept we are all familiar with, whether it is through a Ron Burgundy reference, an old song, or married couples (parents included). We all know what it sounds like, but to know what lies behind the word and in the idea of it, that is different (or the same, whatever). For me, love was something I thought laid hundreds of miles away in a person I haven’t met, when all in all she was never more than a few hundred feet away through out the day (night was different of course).
I always believed in what Hollywood calls, “the spark.” Popularized by movies such as the notebook for girls and Tarzan for young boys like me. Where two people lock eyes and BAM! Fireworks, love, and than marriage.
Of course, in my opinion this plays a big part in why divorce is on the rise. (Writers note: I wonder, is there a chart that shows the correlation between the release of young adult love movies and divorces?). So many women and men believe in this concept, it amazes me, do they really believe love just takes eye contact? Wow, that’s so cool, minus the cool and plus horrid.
It’s funny, when I first locked eyes with my soon to be, I thought,”This girl is CRAZY, who puts a white streak in her hair?” Now I would like to say for the record, that I thought she was gorgeous, but that’s about it. Oh, and I have yet to ask what she thought, cause you know, fear.
That first encounter was cool, we spoke about the west coast and how we both missed it, and than we went our ways, not to speak for 7 months? I’m not sure on the exact count. After that point we coincidentally had a class together, marketing spelt with a capital E-V-I-L. And to be one hundred percent honest, I hated going to class. Class to me overrated, I was in a project with a bunch of people I didn’t know and I knew what I was doing in our team project, so I was remote. You could say that is where the emotions towards me began, however instead of love you could say it was odium.
Conflict flowed freely through our group, I skipped important classes that affected our group, she was an overachiever in a group with me, the skimmer, how could love not form?
