Yes love. That magical word that makes us giddy when young
and robs our bank account when we are not much older.
Love, despite its wonders, can be a wolf in sheep’s
clothing. It can send you on the highest of highs; can make you float above rational
reality and even bring you to a beautiful union of sexual intercourse.
However it can also blind you, leading you n an exciting
trail of discovery only to find out too late that you were actually going down
a dark alley where you are left alone with your genitals locked inside a steel
box called emotional trauma. Furthermore, the person who led you there also
took the key.
This is the double-edged sword of Love.
To be fair, neither of these is my story, though I do know a
good number of people who one of the above scenarios could describe.
My story with love is much more beautiful, but at the same
time, much more tragic.
The most dangerous combination in this world is not cola and
Mentos nor is it drinking beer and rum, no, those only give you some temporary
discomfort, heck they may even kill you, but there are worse things; things
that make people long for death.
The worst combination is a heart that falls deeply and fully
in love and a brain to rational or stubborn to take action. This is a wretched
mixing which will ruin your heart and leave you cold and alone. It will cripple
your will and empty your hope. It will suck out your soul, your life, and your
purpose and leave you alone at the end of a dark alley, your genitals in a
locked box whose key is lost forever.
And this is the ultimate, “barrier to entry.”
Note: future entries will turn to lighter subjects, namely The Awkward Adventures of The Mormon Virgin
