i had a good talk with a friend last night. we talked about hope deferred and dreams that are never realized. we wondered aloud about love lost and the process of moving on from any unfulfilled good intention.
when we talked of love we questioned how new love begins when old feelings still exist. my friend, you see, feels that one must be completely over their previous love interest before they can commit to someone new. i, on the other hand, am becoming more convinced that one must find a new interest in order to escape the feelings connected to the last love recipient.
here's my thought, an analogy i came up with in order to help my friend see the light:
in eighth grade i loved two things (i use the term "loved" loosely here -- work with me): a boy named andrew and z.cavaricci. my feelings for the boy faded as soon as an upperclassman asked me to go to a drive-in movie; however, my feelings for mr. Z (or is it mr. C?) were a little more lasting. if you too had an unrequited love affair with z.cavaricci, you'll know what i'm referring to. i remember my idealistic views about wearing my z.cavaricci jeans forever. in fact, i remember specifically promising my mom that i would wear them forever -- i would have said anything in order to convince her to buy me the overpriced jeans i loved so much.
then, one day something better came along. maybe it was pepe, or lawman. maybe mossimo stole my heart. i don't quite remember who came next in the long line of fashion fervor, but the point is that someone (or in this case, something) came next.
maybe it's a ridiculous analogy, but someone else always comes along and makes you forget about the last guy who didn't really deserve your affection in the first place. the great thing is that one day you settle into someone. you find someone who deserves your affection, returns your affection... someone you don't ever really get tired of but instead want to spend all of your time with no matter what other options arise. like a great pair of gap jeans, you get comfortable with them and they never really go out of style. you feel good in them/with them, and you know that even at your worst they're going to complement you (stylistically complement, that is. or, in the case of a boy, a verbal compliment will do).
just one more thing before this lengthy analogy gets out-of-hand (i know, i know... it's already gone): it's never okay for a pair of jeans (or a man for that matter) to advertise their logo across your backside. i'm just sayin'...