I jokingly said to a pretty waitress at Waffle House the other day, “You are so pretty I would fall madly in love with you if I didn’t like you so much.”
Sometimes when we are being ridiculously silly, our deepest truths will seep out. One of my deepest truths is that we are wise to like someone more than we love them.
When we start to feel the delirium called love, we need to start seeing how many things we like about the person because if we don’t like them more than we love them, we will afflict them with the drama of our love and all of its buried expectations and demands.
A few people have told me they love me, and most of the times I ended up hunting a tall building to jump off of. I cannot recall that ever happening with those who like me. All I can remember are a few trusting loans that went astray. I can lose a few bucks a lot easier than I can survive a leap off a tall building.
There’s something about love that strips our gears. The rational mind closes down, and emotions drag us off into high weeds. We pant and heave and lie around looking like a dying calf in a rainstorm. Too bad we don’t have pictures of ourselves in that condition so we could at least get a laugh out of it.