It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, (protecting its sanity), covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But, it is never gone.
Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy
When a man falls in love he undertakes a huge risk of embarrassment, heartache, and regrets. The reasons for these are as numerous and as diverse as the reasons for falling in love. The man becomes subject to conventions of love, traditions and rites of love relationships. These include the expectations to be in-charge, to reciprocate emotions put forth by the object of his love, to assume the role of “the protector,” to name but a few. Essentially, the man becomes a slave of routine and procedural expectations of falling in love. Love itself becomes the risk, but the man endures in hope of an expected reward, the reward of a love mate. The promise of enduring friendship, comfort, and company precedes and overcast the risk. To him, love becomes both a fortress and an abyss.
I guess you may have expected volumes of data to support my claims in the preceding paragraph. Well, you are in for the greatest disappointment yet. I am going to make more preposterous assumptions about love because there have not been scientific rationalizations for love, as yet. True, some people have attempted to explain the process of falling in love using psychoanalytical approaches, albeit with little success. For example, a psychoanalyst will tell you that love is an investment in, and the ability to be loved by another without experiencing this love as a subjective threat. Often, psychoanalysis will cite The Thing, a concept whose introduction to the field is largely attributed to Sigmund Freud. The Thing is described as the unconscious articulation of desire. Of course, the Thing is just an abstract concept that has acquired common usage in psychoanalysis. It cannot provide a rational justification for falling in love.
Having anchored my argument on the fact that love is not a quantifiable idea, I will proceed to make my presumptions. You see, today I saw a man cry. His forlorn eyebrows hang pitiably as his soggy eyes drained tears that congealed just before they dropped off his chin. His lips twitched and shook. His nostrils occasionally let out a thin, clear liquid that hang briefly at the tip of his upper lip, and then shot promptly up his nose as he sniffed pathetically. I watched silently as he sat looking down at his food, visibly feeling nauseated and sick. I sat opposite the man, unsure whether to ask him, “is everything alright, my man?” I watched him as he fought back his tears in an attempt to hide his shame in crying in front of another man – me. I felt ashamed at my decision to put my tray at his table. I wanted to switch seats. I couldn’t bear to see his teary eyes, his smudged cheeks, and his weary countenance.
Then, I looked at his two companions at the table. They were giggling. They smiled from side to side, as if mocking the miserable man whose condition only worsened with every clatter of their chuckles. His companions were female.
As soon as I set my tray down, one of the two girls rose from the table and offered to take the man aside, presumably for some comforting. It turned out that the man was indeed comforted because moments later, he came back to the table, eyes dabbed and nostrils cleaned out – at least partially. The only tell-tale signs of his hitherto mopping were his bloodshot eyes and his forced smile which come out more like a lip fissure than a smile. When the man was being cooed down, I asked his other female companion why the man was in his sorry state. She said something that insinuated that the man was a victim of a recent break up. I didn’t ask much after that but I knew that he must have succumbed to the wiles of love. To me he was the proof I needed to assume that love is a risk that once undertaken puts the parties involved on a precipitous path to regret.
Of course, after relating the story of the man who sat across from me at the dinner table with such apathy, I must appear indifferent and isolated from the emotion of love. On the contrary, I have oftentimes believed that I am in love, undertaking the same risk from which I vainly attempt to distance myself. I admit that I have felt the stir of the Thing within me, pushing me toward the slippery slope of “what on Earth was I thinking?” In any case, the Thing has insidiously been deleting my inhibitions to love. At first, I would look, inquire, and perhaps shrug the idea of love tugging at my collar. Now, I don’t need to inquire. I can’t help but entertain the idea of falling in love after looking. My stimulus has been reinforced and perfected to immediately trigger the Thing. When a man falls in love he assumes a role typical of a male lion. Animal behaviorists have attempted to explain why the lion behaves the way he does in a pride. For instance, the male lion maintains authority over his territory by expelling all other males (if they are not collaborators), and by expunging all unrelated male cubs. Consequently, the lion becomes a wary creature, looking out for any intruding males that could possibly dethrone him. He lives in constant fear of attack, of coup d’états, of sudden death by invasion.
The lifestyle of the man in love is closely fashioned after the behavior of the lion. When a man falls in love he becomes “the protector.” Unconsciously, the man becomes wary of other men who may appear to encroach on his object of love. He develops feelings that have been described as jealousy. The Word Tutor dictionary defines the adjective jealous as “suspicious or fearful of being displaced by a rival.” To complete the simile, the man in love also becomes a target of sudden death namely by the appearance a new, superior man. The man in love is a victim of a vicious circle of love and hatred, of trust and betrayal, of truth and lies. The man in love is hanging precariously on the edge of a weathered precipice.
I am a man in love. The sword of Damocles hangs on a derelict thread over my head.
The Thing
24 Friday Apr 2009
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