If you follow my blog with any regularity you’ll notice that there are some basic themes to my writing and that at times I grow fixated upon some of them. My social work friends call me OCD but those that really know me don’t bother with convoluted medical terms. To quote my buddy Josh I am “fucking meshugah” but in a good way, whatever that means.
My current focus/obsession is on love and relationships. This is in part due to the works of fiction that I have been working on. Both Fragments of Fiction and The Story of Two Souls have characters who have found that mad passionate love that we all search for and they both share an element of pain from loss of unfulfilled love.
It makes me laugh a little to see myself roaming the roads of trashy romance novels which is in part why I have been very conscious about trying to make some real distinction between my writing and those particular stories.
Call me a hopeless romantic but part of being in love is knowing that you and your partner will overcome the obstacles that life presents, that somehow and someway you’ll get by them. I also need to admit that there is a part of me that wants both those stories to end in heartbreak and disappointment because there is a certain something that is gained by not succumbing to our need to always find a happy ending.
But it does go against my belief in the power of the union to survive. So I suppose that you can say that hope wins out over logic and that sometimes the illogical becomes the reality.
We just finished Tisha B’Av. If you read the link or are already familiar with the day then you are aware that this can be kind of heavy day. And in light of the disengagement it feels much worse than it normally would.
I can’t sit here and say that my mind is at ease. I have gone from being completely pro-disengagement to almost 180 degrees the other way. There is a small part of me that is hopeful that Sharon has figured out an angle that might work, that this is a painful, but necessary amputation.
Only time will tell.