it's been pointed out to me that i say i "love" to so many things that it's just not possible to LOVE something as much as i say i do. Jesus, freaks, is anyone alive out there???
it's one of the things i talk about with my therapist actually - feeling things so or too deeply that it practically incapacitates me. for example, old people. they really get me. remember the movie shawshank redemption, and how old Brooks finally gets out and he can't handle it so he hangs himself? i was hysterically inconsolable for a week. that poor old dude with no one to turn to, all lonely and sad and confused and old - i don't think there's anything worse. when i see old people, young people with handicaps, three-legged dogs, illegal immigrants selling bottles of water or peeled oranges under the BQE when it's 1000 degrees out...those things just really rip my heart out. i wish there was something i could take to stop that horrible feeling, actually.
by the same token, i'd like to think that when i say LOVE to anything, i mean it as deeply. maybe my love for aforementioned cupcakes is not the same love as the love i have for the Love of My Life, but i'm going to go ahead and say that neither one of those loves is something to be taken lightly. i can't imagine life without cupcakes, and i can't imagine it without the Love of My Life.
one thing i really love is this sandwich shop in my hood, Salties. it's about the size of a horse trailer (two horses tops), and they make the best fucking sandwiches out of organic produce in the world. in the WORLD. i always get the Scuttlebutt, which is truly bigger than my head - i want to make love to that taste, seasonal veggies, hard-boiled eggs, capers, feta cheese, pickled onions on this mass of bread that is so tasty i fear it's made with lard. the ladies at Salties evidently make a whole slew of amazing goodies, but i'm so consumed by this sandwich, i can't even see past it.
i have had their chocolate mouse drizzled with olive oil (and sprinkled with chunks of sea salt, if i remember correctly, but even if i don't - who cares), and to all of it, i have one word: LOVE
it's one of the things i talk about with my therapist actually - feeling things so or too deeply that it practically incapacitates me. for example, old people. they really get me. remember the movie shawshank redemption, and how old Brooks finally gets out and he can't handle it so he hangs himself? i was hysterically inconsolable for a week. that poor old dude with no one to turn to, all lonely and sad and confused and old - i don't think there's anything worse. when i see old people, young people with handicaps, three-legged dogs, illegal immigrants selling bottles of water or peeled oranges under the BQE when it's 1000 degrees out...those things just really rip my heart out. i wish there was something i could take to stop that horrible feeling, actually.
by the same token, i'd like to think that when i say LOVE to anything, i mean it as deeply. maybe my love for aforementioned cupcakes is not the same love as the love i have for the Love of My Life, but i'm going to go ahead and say that neither one of those loves is something to be taken lightly. i can't imagine life without cupcakes, and i can't imagine it without the Love of My Life.
one thing i really love is this sandwich shop in my hood, Salties. it's about the size of a horse trailer (two horses tops), and they make the best fucking sandwiches out of organic produce in the world. in the WORLD. i always get the Scuttlebutt, which is truly bigger than my head - i want to make love to that taste, seasonal veggies, hard-boiled eggs, capers, feta cheese, pickled onions on this mass of bread that is so tasty i fear it's made with lard. the ladies at Salties evidently make a whole slew of amazing goodies, but i'm so consumed by this sandwich, i can't even see past it.
i have had their chocolate mouse drizzled with olive oil (and sprinkled with chunks of sea salt, if i remember correctly, but even if i don't - who cares), and to all of it, i have one word: LOVE
