One bourbon, one scotch, one beer…

George Thorogood’s song seems to me to be a recipe for disaster. As my 21st birthday approaches, I’m going to the bars at midnight, I have been thinking a lot about alcohol. For one thing, I know Mr. Thorogood should be okay as long as he doesn’t have beer before liqour, but mixing your liqours isn’t supposed to be conducive to good health either.

Just the other night my roommate and a friend and I watched the movie Easy A, which I obnoxiously quote pretty much daily. One of my favorite parts of the movie, which sadly resembles me when put in stressful situations, is where Emma Stone’s character, Olive, is on a date and starts rambling about lobster and different kinds of aphrodisiacs.

Lobster...YUM

In case you didn’t know, an aphrodisiac, according to the google dictionary,  is a food, drink, or drug that stimulates sexual desire, or a thing that causes excitement. As a college student, I have seen and heard many a story of how alcohol has led to romantic encounters, some celebrated, some regretted.

According to College Drinking, their survey determined that of college age students, 18 to 24, 400,00 had unprotected sex and 100,000 of those reported to have been too intoxicated to know if they gave consent. Yee-sh. We’ve all heard of the term beer-goggles(too much alcohol making people more attractive), we’ve heard that alcohol can make some people more outgoing, and I’m sure we’ve all heard countless stories of people who have been very drunk and have done VERY stupid things.

My argument here, is that perhaps alcohol is a kind of aphrodisiac. It blinds us, by impairing our sight, to our normal judgements and lets us be free to make decisions we wouldn’t normally make. I’m not saying this is a good thing, but it makes sense if you are a fan of any kind of mythology. The word Aphrodisiac comes from the greek goddess Aphrodite, who is the goddess of love. And alcohol is normally always in the hand of the greek god Dionysus, who also represents chaos.

Botticelli's birth of Venus, also know as Aphrodite

Love isn’t logical, and it isn’t easy. As Shakespeare said, “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.” Urban dictionary even defines the term “love drunk” as “when someone is completely in love” or “when you’re into someone”. Love and alcohol have a heavy, heady, past and I think before you drink, whether its for a birthday or any other event, you should think about the history that love and alcohol play in your past. After all, if one ignores history, one often repeats their own mistakes.

 

Cheers!

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December 14, 2011. Every day life. Leave a comment.

Who knew peanut butter could be prophetic?

You're a good man, Charlie Brown

“Nothing spoils the taste of peanut butter like unrequited love.” Charlie Brown has yielded many gems of childlike wisdom, but for me, this one truly hits home. For one thing, peanut butter has a VERY strong taste, giving the, correct, assumption that unrequited love leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth. Random fact and interesting trivia for the curious mind, an interesting website, reported 52 fascinating facts about love, one of which was take from a book called General Theory of Love. “Scientists that most people will fall in love approximately seven times before marriage.” Which leads me to wonder, how many times are mutual love and how many times are unrequited? The movie the Holiday opens with a wonderful quote about different types of love, but because of its length, I’ll only post the part that is pertinent. “And then, there’s another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space!”

Hard to believe any of these guys would have trouble finding love

In my very short love life, since about the age of 15, I have become a master of unrequited love. I want what I can’t have, remember? To clarify, when I say unrequited love I mean being in love, or caring about someone who KNOWS how you feel, but doesn’t return your feelings. I’m rather…impatient. I’m also very stubborn, which anyone who knows me can confirm. These two characteristics combine to make me go after what I want and to be open about my feelings. So unlike some people who keep their feelings a secret, I don’t really believe in dirty laundry, and I nearly always come clean. However, unlike those people who never admitted their feelings, I have closure. Learning that I wasn’t, and probably wouldn’t ever be, the object of their affection did hurt, I actually asked several young men to dances and was politely refused. But instead of pining over a guy who obviously wasn’t worth it(you know, because I’m awesome and he can’t see it), I was able to pint-it-up with my friends Ben and Jerry and then move on. If there is one thing in my life I won’t ever regret, it’s that in the game of love, I took chances. I was willing to put my heart on the line for the chance to find something real. And that’s the positive side of truly unrequited love….it gives you a thicker skin and the chance to move on to someone who truly deserves you. And, in the immortal words of the father from the movie Juno, “The right person is still going to think the sun shines out of your ass.”

Random facts and interesting trivia for a curious mind 

Lewis, Thomas, M.D.; Fari Amini, M.D.; and Richard Lannon, M.D. 2000. A General Theory of Love. New York, NY: Random House.

December 13, 2011. Every day life. Leave a comment.

Love…true love

The Impressive Clergyman from The Prince Bride

“And wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva… The impressive clergyman from the Princess Bride said it perfectly.  However, in my humble opinion, it is love that brings us together every day, and not Mawage(AHEM)marriage. It might be your love, whether of food, family, significant other, cat videos, or various in sundry other things, or the love you can witness from someone else. Little acts of love, conscious or accidental, are experienced by everyone every day, only we’re just usually too busy to notice. My intent is to scour the web, the newspapers, my daily life, and my love struck brain to bring a little bit of love to your life. After all, love is what brings us together.

Why am I obsessed with love? To be harsh, I could say I want what I don’t have (be honest, who doesn’t?) Also, I could say that I grew up more involved in the books I was reading than in my own life, and that I may or may not have a twisted and unrealistic view of what love is or should be (be honest, who doesn’t??)  I could cite the epic turn of events that caused Valentine’s day to become my favorite holiday and how I manipulated it to be a day to show your love to all, but I’ll probably save that for later. Why I’m really obsessed with love would probably be my parents.

 

Mom and Dad sharing their Butterbeer

 

For my generation, sadly, it’s more of a surprise to find out someone’s parents are still together, than to find out their parents are divorced(and remarried and divorced, etc). So to find two people like my parents who have been together since the 7th and 8th grade (they broke up once I think) is a very special thing. Middle school sweethearts…. eat your heart out high school and college! But it’s not just how long they have been together, which is a lot more than their nearly 25 years of marriage, it is how perfectly they seem to fit together. That’s what I think really did me in.

As wonderful as it is that my parents are still together, and so happy, it has, in a way, cursed my older sister and me. We will not rest or settle down until we find what they have, and thus we have EXTREMELY high expectations. The epitome of a gift and a curse: I won’t settle for anything less than I want/deserve, but I will be alone in a crowd, or apartment, full of couples until I find the one.

So to warm me up on the long, cold, winter nights alone, and all of the other ones too, I obsess about love. Fictional or factual, true or puppy, young or old. I’ll leave you with one of my favorite quotes:

“True love does not come by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.”

Here’s to hoping my posts bring a little love into your life until you find the REAL one. ❤

December 12, 2011. Every day life. 3 comments.