It's time to show love at the Paleontological Museum

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

V. Mayakovsky

On February 14, all normal people think about love. I am a normal person, so I also considered it my duty to think about feelings. Unfortunately, this occupation did not cause any pleasant emotions in me.

Love. Hmm … Some bright picture with rich colors is being drawn. They run towards each other barefoot on the wet sand. Then they run together. Dynamics. Rapidity. Freshness. Madness. They are knee-deep in the sea. Have you ever seen this? Me not. Only in old French cinema. But these associations are not from there, it's just my figurative reaction to the word "love". Unfortunately, here the desired is at odds with the reality, since love is now understood as something completely different.

In theory, love can be defined as you like. Every girl has a certain ideal, utopian image of love in her head and heart. But these dreams are smashed against the sharp stones of reality. We do not live in a world of illusions; it is high time to put princes on white horses in the red book. Men, by the way, having ceased to be princes, missed a lot. In principle, any woman can be conquered by crazy deeds. Night serenades (in the presence of mentally balanced neighbors), poems, songs dedicated to her. Crazy gifts (which do not mean gifts for which a man spends the rest of his life in a ward for the mentally ill, crazy gifts mean various pleasant surprises - balloons with hearts, teddy bears, etc. This concept is limited only by the imagination). But men do not know about this, or do not want to know.

The courtship process has changed in a funny way, too. An almost stranger just comes up to you, inviting you to meet him. Sometimes without even introducing themselves. Behavior also leaves a lot to be desired. A rare young man will take you home, especially if you live far away. Moreover, it is unlikely that the door will be opened in front of you, or even beaten with it. And you may not even dream of being helped to put on outerwear. Although, of course, all these qualities can be brought up in a man herself through positive and negative reinforcement. This is something like the formation of a conditioned reflex.

But if, nevertheless, a miracle happened, and you successfully started dating, then new surprises and surprises await you. Your man will periodically go to parties without you, wondering why you are sulking. His attention to you will be limited to phone calls and periodic meetings. And if in the beginning he, perhaps, gave you flowers, now that's it. Your day is March 8th. (Some, by the way, give flowers in a very funny way. They hold them out, saying "na", as if this is not a show of attention, but some unpleasant, but obligatory ritual).

There is, however, another option for the development of relations: a step to the left - a step to the right are regarded as an escape. Then you will not be allowed to breathe calmly, they will call you every day, five times, checking where you are and what you are doing now, read constant morals. Well, you can't avoid getting married soon. If you don't want to, they will force you.

And if the relationship turned out to be serious and lived to see the wedding, then there is already a special story. Even some rudiments of romance are killed by everyday vanity and everyday problems. And big love ends with little quarrels.

Why do love relationships turn out to be so wretched, poor, one-sided, uninteresting? Partly because romance for us is just a direction in literature and nothing more. We are not trying to take our relationship to a higher level. And the further civilization grows, the more primitive feelings become. But it's not so interesting to live. Romance implies many pleasant things that we deprive ourselves of. Women have already begun to forget about what crazy deeds mean. And some even, when they are presented with flowers, do not believe for a long time that this is happening in reality. And if they write poetry, they will consider their author to be complete idiots. I'm very sorry for them.

Love is not limited to joint pleasant pastime, sex, jealousy, moral and material support for each other, raising children, etc. Otherwise, it is no longer love, but something very everyday, wretched, primitive. It's just massive degradation. Why sink to a lower level of development, all the more to the detriment of oneself? But, fortunately, there are still romantic people who are able to acutely and subtly feel, suffer, experience passion, love crazy, commit crazy deeds. February 14 is their holiday. And also a good reason to start a new love life for those who have not yet done so, mixing strong emotions, vivid feelings and, of course, romance into the general cocktail.