Skip to main content

Me Tarzan: You Selfish Love

Love IS all around. But is it selfless or self-centred?

I hypothesize that love is a selfish enterprise. A way of taking revenge on a universe that wants you to be selfless to your fellow man.

Two Stories. Short Ones. Read On And You Decide:

1. 
She leans back onto him. His arms wrap around her and her entire body lets out a sigh and a smile as she, rests her head, on his shoulder. She is safe. She hadn't asked to be rescued. She didn't need saving. Life had sufficiently armed her with the claws to climb out of... well, whatever lay ahead. But here she was, safe in his wrapped arms. He gently swayed. She responded. Safe in his arms. ... But who... WHO protects him? Into whose arms does he breath into? Unto whose shoulders will he lay his head?

Now my Christian self says - "you know he leans on God". True. But I am not totally convinced he does. I AM CONVINCED that he will do whatever it takes to make sure she is safe because society, self, "social-ology" and religious statutes says he must and she will accept that as the role. Ms. Independent will keep to his arms, because Love is Selfish - love must have all.

2.
For the last couple months, I have toyed with the idea of telling someone I care about, that I ACTUALLY care about them. The act of course may open us BOTH to... happiness. I remember a glimpse of happiness, once. She was the goddess Nike. She was what I asked for. I still feel like I failed her. But back to the matter at hand. I could open up to my Atheist Interest [I can see Theists cringe] about what I feel. I could [in fact] take the risk as a friend informs. I can be happy. 

But see, when you tell someone - who DOESN'T KNOW what you feel about them - that you care; that you want to be with them, you are giving them a ball and demanding that they play. It is forcing someone to not only grab the baton, but run the race with you. It is selfish. And even if, they are game for this game, the selfish resolve of love does not end. There is the demand - FULFILL ME. Even well-intentioned couples look to the other for a smidge of fulfillment or justification, hereby forcing the other person to comply. This too is selfish.

And then there's the personal lace that trips me. I'm a Theist. What happens the day that I get some mighty supernatural revelation and suddenly become... I'm going to say, "strong" instead of Republican. What happens to them then? I take my Love back and put it wholly into my Faith. That sounds odd. It either means that right now, I'm halfway in my Faith or halfway in Feeling but Love is all consuming and must be allowed devour everything for the sake of it. Therefore no matter how we wrap it, how we interpret it, how we gloss it up, Love IS selfish. it may not always be self-centred but it IS selfish. The day we understand that, the better we'd know how to approach it.

Pax.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Me Tarzan. You List

--> I’ve been listening to SKYFALL since the radio edit dropped on Thursday. It tore through me indeed. But somewhere around Friday evening [maybe earlier], I realised that while most people were loving the song for it’s Adele/Bond value, for me it was an actual plea to Heaven. "Please, let the sky fall already." I had had enough. I wrote a short piece for my [name: classified] project and while doing so, I asked myself, “what would it take to make you happy?”. I wrote it on my phone.. Here now is the list. What would it take to make you happy? 1.               ACTUALLY seeing God I remember, the days leading up to the surgery thinking, what would happen if i went under and had some kind of Divine Visitation? What then? If I sat down to it, I can almost rationalise every faith experience. Almost. I think about how many times I was supposed to be dead - literally - and I think, it had to be God. Of ...
3 comments
Read more

Me Tarzan. You 2025

I don't know if you're watching. I don't know if you care. I certainly don't know if blogs are sexy anymore but ... here we are. It is March, 2025, and like Carrie Bradshaw, I too don't fully know what I'm doing. Which is hilarious when I look back on my old posts and still didn't know what I was doing. This is and election year in my country. I have a lot to say. Maybe even videos to produce ... but I also have nothing to say. It is 2025 and I am apparently 43 and I've appropriated that one song to say, "nobody likes you when you're 43" because ... really.  [hums to self: "the state looks down on sodomy" hahaha. ah that song was good, wasn't it?" I didn't intend to come here now with word vomit; probably later I'll have something actual to say. Probably I'll exchange procrastination with discipline and RESUME my bloglike ways because it used to be FUN. Circumstances... not so much, but blogging? Yes. Anyways,...
Post a Comment
Read more

Me Tarzan. You Preacher Politics

                                  Valley of Decision by Christafari. Appropriate me thinks. On the night before the American election, while walking towards the taxi-stand, I became depressed by religion in politics. Actually, I became depressed by the thought of RACE in RELIGION but since that flowed into the political stream, one can say that I was sorely depressed all the way around. Here’s why: A prominent “Father of the Faith” so to speak, sat down with Mitt Romney. Now, tradition has shown that he’s the kind of guy that Presidents and Presidential hopefuls go to at some point in their careers, so it should come as no surprise that Master Mitt and the “Father” wold meet. It is said, that after meeting with him, though he didn’t give an all out public endorsement as other members of his family seem to have, he did advise the [Christian] public to vote according to Biblical Views/Beliefs....
2 comments
Read more