My skepticism discussion…
For my Humanities class online I had to post a discussion topic on something that I’m skeptical about. Me being me, I chose love and this is what I posted:
I’m probably going to get called “damaged” or “jaded” for saying this, but the thing that I’m skeptical about is love. Of course I don’t mean the love you get from Ma and Pa and the rest of the family, but I mean romantic love. We’ve all been hurt, beaten down, scarred- all of that messy business, so I’m sure we’re all a little skeptical about it, right? We’re put on this planet to make a name for ourselves in whatever we figure out we’re kind of good at; and then we’re supposed to search for that one true love that “completes us”, or whatever mumbo jumbo they tell us to look for. One person is supposed to make me feel like my yin is yanged? My penguin has found its fellow penguin? My circle has circled? Really? Have you conversed with people today? It’s becoming less and less a reality. I say that jokingly, but in reality we’re all too scared for that kind of love. Our scars aren’t so easily covered and we’re not willing to be vulnerable anymore. Neither person is going to take the first step in opening that door in letting the other person in and our walls just get taller and taller.
Remember, Romeo was completely destroyed over Rosaline the night he met Juliet… what if the pain of one love had held him back from the possibility a new one? Granted that love did lead to both their deaths, but that tragedy goes down in history as one of the greatest love stories. What happened to the love of Shakespeare’s time? The kind Pablo Neruda made you feel mischievous for reading about? Nicholas Sparks hasn’t given up on it, but I have my doubts.
My teacher posts a response suggesting a self help book that I should read…
He didn’t respond on anyone else’s that chose to write about some sort of skepticism.
No, I do not want a self help book for relationships, I am the way I am and I’m perfectly fine with it- and in fact that only makes my skepticism stronger, thank you.
Tagged as: life. love. skepticism. prose.