Mira Kolenc
Once you have worked out a man - no, that's not true - once you've won in the love lottery and then think about what to do with your hit because (you know, it's with love as with a big lottery win : beautiful and stressful at the same time), so if once a person has fallen to one, whether by coincidence or fate is left open, with which one shares the idea of a common way, further than to the next bar, then only the true ones Challenges of love. This is of course well-known, Hollywood did not have to prove that to us.
"Once you have fallen for a person with whom you share the idea of a common path, even further than the next bar, then the true challenges of love will first set in."
There are the most beautiful fairy tales about finding, about everything that can not be explained exactly, about the condition after that only miserable survival reports, which give an idea of a strange and rough world. As a newcomer to this world of "couple", the old-established people are usually subjected to a keen entrance examination, which consists of many questions and seems to have the sole aim of checking the seriousness of those willing to naturalise.
There is supposed to have been a time when couples, if they could afford it, wanted one thing above all else: a large spatial distance from each other. Not only because maybe you arranged more than you loved. No, one kept a polite distance to the other self, with whom one merged now and then, but otherwise continued to cultivate especially the own passions and quirks, which one had grown up in the course of his life. Only the mob had to sit on top of each other and endure the constant presence of the other.
Today, however, the question of the common housing is already being negotiated in the first paragraph of the entry examination on the immigration application for immigration into the world of the "couple". Notwithstanding the widespread stories of couples who were happy for many years, until they shared a flat, so until either of them had the idea of building four walls together. The question seems to be traded as a litmus test for the depth of a love affair. Pulling together and finding common pieces of furniture in the equation then yields the solution: great love.
At the beginning, men may still think that having sex together increases the frequency of sex. For that reason, the pink plush or white, clean interior concept, the stuffed daddy collection, the wall tattoos or the hairy cat are also accepted bravely. The ladies sigh, that must be true love, while under the table with a pointed pencil the cost accounting opens and comes to the result, such a shared apartment is also much cheaper. At least felt. In addition, this commuting between two places is a terrible waste of time, she complains, and later looks forward to using this newly gained time with common TV shows.
"At some point somebody always gives in to the other, who gradually slides into the role of the enemy."
Who loves, wants to demarcate, become one with the other. Virtually impossible, this longing must then be negotiated on secondary sites. Choosing the couch together, a sense of togetherness. The joint building, the fight with the instructions and the cordless screwdriver, working on the united future. Later, when cleaning up, cleaning, shopping and cooking, the sense of community is strangely less strong. At some point, someone always leaves behind the other, who gradually slides into the role of the enemy. The gained time will now be used for discussions and this counterpart, whom we once so delimited loved, we treat, of course, limitless stricter than we would ever allow one of our friends. Strange, what we can expect the beloved to believe everything.
Why not keep the contraction for the time in the nursing home, when you no longer have to reconcile working life and love or for a shared apartment in Rome, where you spend three months a year and celebrates the state of emergency with pleasure. Is only once such an idea. Of course, you can also rent a large mansion, hire staff and let the others still be me in the elegant distance. For neither sense of unity nor love are bound proportionally to spatial proximity.
Photo / Video: Oskar Schmidt.
