We’re Changing Our Ways,Taking Different Roads; Then Love, Love Will Tear Us Apart Again.

I was told recently, and I believe it, that if I spend too much time thinking about the above lyrics, that I will have a hole drilled into my head to facilitate the removal of any and all contaminated brain tissue. I do believe it.

I also believe that love will tear us apart. It always does. It tears us up and sews us back together in new ways. Sometimes we lose some of the old pieces, and sometimes we find new pieces brought into the mix. Our priorities shift, our worlds change, and our edges (sometimes) soften.

And it is a scary bit of business when we love. It doesn’t really matter what we love, either. That’s part of the scariness, I’ve learned. We don’t always love wisely. In fact, we rarely do. Getting burned, used, and disappointed goes with the territory, but it doesn’t often scare us off. Maybe it’s biological, maybe it’s spiritual, but we will keep climbing into the ring as long as our legs will carry us, no matter how many times love makes us it’s bitch. And while we might not get any smarter for all the beatings, we might get stronger.

One thing stays the same, though. Our Precious, whether it is a cherished pet, a lover, or a big pile of gold takes hold in our lives. It becomes important, and the idea of losing that and going back to what we used to be is terrible. Unthinkable, even. You may be expecting me to quote some Robert Palmer here, but I won’t do it. The old cliché of love as a drug is tired and untrue. It isn’t a drug, and it isn’t air. It’s a fucking Dark-City-style retuning of reality. And it happens so fast, for better or worse, that you probably don’t even see the change in your life until you’re already living it. For example, you could be driving down the street, talking offhandedly to your significant other when she starts choking on a cookie from Starbucks and in a split second you feel terror unparalleled by exploding ovens, collisions with trucks or the worst midair turbulence you could ever imagine.

Love’s a funny thing.

[quoting Spike at biblebeltbabylon.blogspot.com, xanga.com/moontos, and blog.myspace.com/moontos]