Love & Other Drugs

Oh sweet beautiful people! Just saw the film at the new Ultra Star theater in town. It was pretty sweet, the theater I mean. The film was great, and all that heart wrenching stuff that I love. I mostly wanted to express my absolute and utter fascination with relationships, the human capacity for relationships, the immense depth and purpose of relationships, the word 'relationship.'

As you can piece together a great deal of things I've talked about here, you can already see that I am fascinated with relations. I knew that, but only to an extent...now I almost want to cry at the vast interestingness of it all. Not only relationships we have and create with other humans but those that you create with your dog, your cat, a fish, a spider monkey, the rabbit that comes by your house every so often, the spider in your bathroom that you won't kill, your bed, your showerhead, that bottle of pinot noir, the bottle of little blue pills, your television, that scarf your grandmother knitted you, the piece of jewelry your boyfriend gave you, the rugged tee shirt your girlfriend bought you when you first started dating, the blanket and stuffed teddy bear you carried around in your childhood that you will never give away, the book you read during tough times, that bottle of just only a few drops of perfume that you have saved for several years, that VHS tape that captured your mother's happiness, those shoes you wore camping when you sat around the campfire in silence under the stars with your father, the antique item your great grandparents gave you.

Some may call a portion of these sentiments. But I call them relationships.

We create relationships with just about everything.

That thought alone is incredible. Just incredible. And we take absolutely all of this for granted.

I often laugh when I remember something my friend told me about what relationships are, as I have described here. There's definitely more depth to that than one might think. It's not to say they are generally negative, but they definitely are hard and require work.

There's always more to say about this, but there is always a time and place for that. I just want to leave you with the feeling of wonderment of the relations in your life. Look around you, step back and see these things, creatures, individuals that hold significance for you. Why are they important? What do they say about you? What can you do to start giving them the proper love and recognition they deserve? When can you stop focusing on the negative and remember why it is you are still here with each and every single artifact? When can you be here now and have those moments of emotions, fullness, whether good or bad? How will your life be if you conceived it without this piece? What is amazing about your being with the existence of this character of your story?


I've realized that every single thing I have ever written about someone and something else is a tribute. All this time I have been wanting or have attempted some sort of journal or written collection of the people in my life, but I realize what I want to compose now. It's just my story, of everything, and me.

"You meet thousands of people who don't really affect you. But you meet this one person and you life has changed. Forever."