Being Nice, and Other Barriers to Love
by Alan Jones
One of the most damaging things about the popular view of love is that it requires being nice all the time. I don't think that I am a particularly nice person. In fact, one of the reasons that I count myself among the believers is that I cannot rely on my being nice to pull me through.
Being nice is closely allied, of course, to being liked. The two go together. If I'm not nice you won't like me, and if you don't like me then there is no chance of love springing up between us. This kind of reasoning breeds dishonesty because it means that "love" becomes a code word for avoiding confrontation or disagreement....
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Saturday, February 14, 2009
I don't know how it is for you but I know in my gut when someone is loving me with real love instead of that fake, ego feeding impostor kind of love. I have reacted, sometimes violently, to real love. Nothing breaks down my walls quicker than that love which comes from beyond ourselves. It leaves me feeling both vulnerable and empowered. So, as much as I can belly ache about it, I prefer the real deal no matter how difficult it is sometimes to embrace it. Happy St. Valentine's Day y'all. (See what kind of influence you're having on me? Lordy, no one says y'all this far north. I have never heard it said outloud ever, except in movies. Gonna have to fix that one day.)