20th April 2012
One moment you’re in your worn, mismatched swimsuit sitting in the bathtub while your mom scrubs your hair free of itch and the next she’s telling you the limitations of her college supportiveness financially and personally. One moment the two of you are shopping at Target discussing the health benefits of almonds and the next she’s telling you that your moral compass doesn’t work. One moment she’s kicking the boys out of the living room so you can have a movie night and the next she’s telling you how naïve you are. One moment she’s casually bragging to a mechanic that you’re going to be a doctor someday and the next she’s telling you that you’ll never make it in the real world.
I always thought that when you love someone, it means unconditionally. Love doesn’t hiccup when people do. Love isn’t flaccid. If you can turn away your love, you didn’t really love to begin with. If you can hurt someone just to hurt them, it’s not love. The word is so loosely thrown about that it has lost its significance.
Maybe people are incapable of true love. Maybe humankind was made to hurt each other. Maybe I watch too much television and have false conceptions of reality.