Love K.O.

One of my friends shared a theory with me today of love being a jungle. Quite frankly, I think that it's b.s. (for those of you not indocrinated in youth slang its bull shit). A concrete jungle would be more adequate. Of course, we've all heard this overly used phrase more than we'd like to admit, especially in magazines such as Vogue (praise thee Fashion Divas) and Marie Claire. Concrete referring to global urbanization and all. But I think the metaphor fits quite well. Love has become a ruthless and mean concrete ring in which people fight, growl and tear at each other until somebody gets a K.O.

Because we have so much access to all kinds of information, the game of love is no longer between two people involved in the relationship. It has become a global fight in the ring of "How To Get a Woman Into Bed in 10 Days" and "Say No To Chocolate! - The Ultimiate Brake Up Manual". I'm even beginning to think that the few sane women left, those that when going on a date don't think of tips they read in a magazine (or god forbid a blog!) but actually rely on their own charm and wit, that even those golden posies in the middle of love's barren winter have those evil thoughts rooted somewhere in their subconciousness.

Even if I exclude the whole existence of mainstream media feeding us with tips on how to get rid of my cellulite (yes, I have some. Get over it), the fact remains the same. And that is that genuine love is slowly receiving more K.O.s then any of us would like to admit. We might all have our own definitions of what genuine love is, it might be that the season of winter has drawn frost over my world, but I really wonder. Why is it that so many people around me are unhappy? Is it a problem of unreachable expexctations? (If so, I have a cure for you all. Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary. If you end up finishing that book (I haven't yet), its a lesson to be learned). Or is it because the pressure on the game of love has gotten too large for anybody to handle?

In my opinion, love should have never become a game in the first place. Nobody is a professional, who is supposed to find the motivation to carry on in the endless battles? If just a few more people entered the love ring with their weapons down, the world could be a better, lovelier place.