Look at me, all cynical

[tilly_stratford]

Back in Bergen. Had a stroll through the city today, everything seems to be where I left it.

My mum's friend got married on Saturday. Sitting in the chapel listening to the (admittedly very charming) priest talking about the force of love got me thinking. He kept saying that love is a thing science will never be able to explain: I guess I took that as a challenge. I believe humans are merely very intelligent animals anyway; Of course we seek security and comfort. Of course we've got ancient biological urges working in us, even if we're not always aware of them. Of course we've been taught by society that being alone is a failure.

Suddenly I'm not sure if I believe in anything like LOVE anyway. I've been in love. I've been in affectionate relationships. It was nice, most times. But right now I'm in a supercynical mood so I can't help but wonder if LOVE, OH GLORIOUS LOVE is just some saccarine construct we unwittingly made to hide all that raw animal instinct and secret insecurity I mentioned before. Maybe we're all just fooling ourselves. Very successfully.

But then again put on an old black and white movie of romance and sacrifice and watch me turn on the waterworks. Apparently I'm a big romantic - when it comes to fiction anyhow.

I don't know, I'm tired and school starts up again tomorrow. And I've been listening too much to Jonah and the Whale lately:

Now I look at love like being stabbed in the heart
You torture each other from day to day and then one day you part
Most of it is misery but there's some joy at the start

One of these days I'll write something superinteresting here.

Comments

[spimcoot.livejournal.com]

That priest seems to be making the old mistake of thinking that to have something explained and understood is somehow to cheapen it rather than to make it even more astounding and beautiful. 'Course, there's nothing cheap about using 'god' as the answer to everything.

Being jaded is the only recourse for the romantic when the world continually fails to live up to impossible ideals. Heigh ho.

[tilly-stratford.livejournal.com]

Hey you're right, I got so wrapped up in trying to define what this mysterious "love" force might be I didn't realize the priest esd implying that scientific explanations are somehow too easy or cheap. I guess it's the old religion versus science palaver rearing its head, even in a cozy little chapel out in the Norwegian wilderness (you'd think in a spot that removed from civilization people would be worshiping rocks with a faces painted on them or a peculiarly shaped tree stump).