Once the "Out of Business" sign goes up, suddenly everyone craves it. So when the heart puts up that sign, the same thing happens. But why did no one want it or the love it had to offer when it was open? When it was available? When it was happy, healthy, and all in one piece? It wasn't desperate. It wasn't outside dancing in a chicken suit with a large lit up arrow. It was raw, honest, real, loving, caring, giving and living its daily life in anticipating of a customer. But waiting becomes harder when things come along. Bad investors. Customers who cheat. New business endeavors.
But it's not just love that takes this twisted path of irony. You decide to wait in the short line only to find that the longer one on the right sped on by because eight people in front of you is the person causing a delay. You decide not to wear a jacket only to discover that it was going to be the coldest day of the year (happens to me with my damn boots all the time). What is it about the opposite that gets to us?
Back to love. Why is it that the one we want finds it so easy to use, abuse and refuse us? And the one we know we could never want won't stop texting? E-mailing? Facebooking? They say opposites attract, and studies claim that people are more intrigued by that which they could never have. But what let's us know that we could never have him/her in the first place? You meet someone. You hit it off. You start the situation. And then you watch it fall apart. Not every relationship or situation resembles a James Dean film/character with the clear cut label of "Steer Clear - Hot Danger!"
With all that, what makes it wrong to be temporarily "Out of Business?" Why is everyone suddenly pounding on your door to open up? Either calling out in regretful sorrow or angrily exclaiming the error of this disappearance? Or is that people love to do the opposite of what some specific ones do? Life always makes me laugh - even in the midst of such irony - I find humor. Why not? Sitting in the back and counting the remaining funds while reviewing inventory one last time as I hear those reckless calls has its laughs. All while playing Incubus on nonstop repeat and just wondering what tomorrow could look like.
Who knows what it will look like - probably the opposite of what I anticipate it to be. So let me not anticipate for once. I shall not anticipate for once.
