Wednesday 6/27/2007 12:07:00 AM

I've never been able to decide if love is necessity or science. But either way it's nothing special. I've dressed the part. Played the character. Not that it wasn't genuine. Just that I felt obligated to condition.

It's strange how instead of healing me, it only made me worse.

But as with any drug, I still wanted more of it.

There are rehabs for every kind of chemical dependence. Yet no one questions our health when we're addicted to flesh. Or someone's indifference to our affection.

They warn us about heroin and cocaine. And even drugs as tame as pot. But there are no warnings about the dangers of love. There are no rehabs for rejected lovers. No drug to simulate the punch of the first kiss.

I don't mind being alone. I'd just like a choice sometimes. Between everything and nothing.

2 comments:
Brian said...

They may have rehabs for all kinds of chemical dependence, but they hardly work. I've lost friends to heroin who were in and out of rehab uncountable times.

Consumerism is another addiction that gets little attention.

Shell said...

wish i had something clever to say but i don't ... i just so know "this". Beautifully, achingly described.



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