posted on Sep, 14 2009 @ 04:34 PM
I will have to admit that I was lured into the clutches of the conditioning box today. While preparing for work I needed to get an item that I had
left in my mother’s bathroom. When I got to her side of the house I saw that she was watching intently the Oprah show. I jokingly threw out to her
“What movie star is she rubbing elbows with today?” She said, “You should see this; she is doing a special with Whitney.” Curiosity got the
best of me because I wondered what had happened to her. I thought that she was a remarkable talent that got trapped in the glitz, glitter and fame
that traps so may unwitting performers. I was hoping to hear a comeback story that was believable and one that didn’t reek of put up, knowing that a
fall was eminent in the near future.
Well it is not over but I got more than what I was hoping for. The first thing that I got is something that I can’t talk about here because it
deserves its own thread and to go into it now will take the thread in way too many directions when I want the focus to be on what I think is the most
important point of this thread.
I want to discuss why we think that love means that you have to give up yourself to demonstrate the sincerity or the intensity of your love for
another?
I want every teenage boy and girl to hear her story. I want every teenage boy and every teenage girl to hear that you can not make another person
happy nor is another person responsible for your happiness and the frantic hunt and chase to achieve that goal is a sure path to disaster and death
and sometimes not just of the love.
People go into relationship often knowing exactly what they are getting into but think that by some magical power they are going to change it and make
it what they want instead of what it is.
It will never happen. When a relationship starts to go sour because one of the parties feel less than and inadequate, they will always put the other
in a death hold and try to get them to drown with them.
Rarely does the one that feels they are drowning reach out to the one that they are supposed to love and ask for the other to pull them out. Maybe it
is ego, maybe it is guilt, I don’t know why this is the action of choice but it often is.
This hits home for me because you hear more and more about teenagers with the boon of the internet making suicide packs and about men losing their
jobs and coming home to murder suicides of whole families.
This goes beyond madness and it is not a sign of the times.
It is sign of too much media influence regarding what is expected from a love relationship and how the media often romances death.
Love is supposed to be indefinable and in many ways it is. I can’t tell you what it definitely but I can tell you what it definitely is not.
I think that Whitney's honest and willingness to share some of her most personal and intimate moments with the world should not be in vain.
Maybe some of us will learn something from her experiences and her pain.