Seems I was a sucker for love.
Husband with a zipper problem. You feel conned, like a
sucker; or the friend walks off with your husband. How do you translate love
into something one earns by doing?
The error seems to be the ‘doing’ part. Doing really
does not create love for one. It can be a bond for the fortunate between Mother
and child or couples while they work it out.
Settling. One can choose to settle for love of less
than complete satisfaction but if it’s not there, no amount of doing will
create it.
How many, I wonder, have what varying degrees of Love?
Who gets three-quarters? Who gets ten percent off the sale price? No you can’t
generally sell love. Through the work of advertising though many have tried to
sell cars, floor wax, Xanex, lemons, lemonade, and that stuff that makes stiff old
guys who really aren’t stiff. Trips to someplace fun and safe, say your
neighborhood football stadium. Lovely ads of two people running slow motion at
each other in a bucolic-looking field, like you’d only see in real life somewhere
like North Dakota or Winnipeg before it snows all over the place. Most people
when they chose those locales are actually lost, like those two idiots in
Fargo, though they were wonderfully funny stupid idiots. Should we talk about Fargo?
Such a lovely, dark North Dakota/Minnesota movie, where Francis McDormand, a
pregnant North Dakota State Trooper has love with her stamp collector husband.
And with that accent? Well true, they both have that accent, so they have that
in common.
While I am running on about Love and Movies (which is
where most of that artful fluff belongs), I recommend Casa Blanca with Bogey
and Bacall (or Bergman?). I’m going Wednesday 2 p.m. at the Chez Artiste. There
you have the best movie love: (Except for Desert Hearts, of course). But it is an
ancient war-torn love story full of hurt feelings and hard knocks. (Well. Bogey
being Bogey and Bacall, ah yes, Bacall … or Bergman?)
Suffragettes? Now there are some doers. Arrested by
the thousands in Britain. Hunger striking, blowing up, demonstrating, begging,
suffering through police attacks (the beloved bobbies? Hardly.) Fighting for
rights not to work as girl children who too often meet their deaths in
laundries, standing up to rapists and bullies and to the ignorant men in power.
They were not loved, but they did persevere for fierce determination. Meryl
Streep played Pankhurst, a small part. Lots of women play “small parts,” but it
takes Big women to take on the small parts and pieces of a social movement.
Gay men and lesbians fought for rights and were often
not loved. They did not do it for love. They did it for their rights and their
freedom.
Love and Doing for Love. Let’s see: Fighting dragons,
men riding white horses with crowns on their heads, ladies trying to squeeze
into tiny glass slippers, girls riding inside pumpkins pulled by mice to go to
a dance with a prince who doesn’t even pick them up.
Whoa!! Once there was a Lesbian King name Jane who
enjoyed dancing with anyone who wanted to dance and she loved dancing so very
much that she completely wore out one day and turned into a gay bar where she
nearly passed away dancing the ‘Orange Blossom Special’ and then tripped in the
midst of a line dance and landed directly in K. D. Laing’s lap.
So, I admit a very small part of this is autobiographical
in origin however confusing it may be. It’s as though a five year old juggler
got together with a hand held movie camera, and Presto!! There’s K. D. Laing.
© 9 November 2015
About the Author
I
am an artist and writer after having spent the greater part of my career
serving variously as a child care counselor, a special needs teacher, a mental
health worker with teens and young adults, and a home health care giver for
elderly and Alzheimer patients. Now that I am in my senior years I have
returned to writing and art, which I have enjoyed throughout my life.
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