Can you forgive my addiction?
Someone I love dearly called me in a little bit of a confused state. She had recently come out and had fallen in love with a woman, who then moved away to go to medical school. She had just received a phone call that the woman had fallen in love with a man. I told her love hurts and that I’m not much of an advocate for it these days. You’d think getting older would make your heart more resilient and less susceptible – except I think the opposite is true – the feelings are more pronounced as finding love grows more rare with age.
Am I addicted to love? Inquiring minds want to know.
One of my girlfriends is addicted to men. Another is addicted to cigarettes. Another is addicted to pot. And still another loves her some pills. One friend is addicted to success. I have a girlfriend that is addicted to shoes. And yet I know another friend who is addicted to alcohol. One girlfriend loves money and is addicted to men who can provide it. A long time friend is addicted to exercise. A new friend is addicted to her dogs. My mother is addicted to everything – cigarettes, men, alcohol, pills, and sleep.
We all have our little addictions that we can’t seem to shake or don’t want to – where would we be without our props?
January 25th, 2008 at 1:00 pm
Rachel,
As I was reading this I remembered one of my favorite movies: The Night of the Iguana. So, here I go with some of the dialogue from the movie. Of course the author is Tennesse Willliams.
…But when you live on the fantastic level as I have lately but have got to operate on the realistic level, that’s when you’re spooked, that’s the spook…I thought I’d shake the spook here but conditions have changed here.
I never cracked up, I couldn’t afford to. Of course, I nearly did once. I was young once, Mr. Shannon, but I was one of those people who can be young without really having their youth, and not to have your youth when you are young is naturally very disturbing.
…to somewhere like this, perhaps. This verandah over the rain forest and the still-water beach, after long, difficult travels. And I don’t mean just travels about the world, the earth’s surface. I mean…subterranean travels, the…the journeys that the spooked and bedeviled people are forced to take thorough the …the unlighted sides of their natures.
January 25th, 2008 at 4:21 pm
Love this = so Tennessee – how great was he? You know we have the Tennessee Wms fest here every year. I love Night of the Iguana. Do you know my second husband taught Ava Gardner how to dance the twist? En Espana – verdad que si. I wasn’t able to be young either – I know the disturbing feeling of finding my youth late in life when it is (ahem) inappropriate.
January 25th, 2008 at 5:06 pm
I did not know that you had that festival, what do they have? Oh, I could of taught Ms. Gardner to dance salsa…¡Que rico!
Mira chica la cuestión de lo que se considera apropiado y lo que no es, es un hilo finito entre comer mucha mierda y estar feliz y tranquilo disfrutando la vida.
January 25th, 2008 at 5:47 pm
Eso es. A mantener la “grace under pressure” and enjoy life – a balancing act for sure.