The friend who sent me the heartbreak TED talk also sent me an Italian translation of Liquid Love by Zygmunt Bauman. I thought today would be a good time to talk about that because this morning’s offering was, well, a bit liquid. The thing is, I have not yet read the whole thing. But I have read through some parts of it and a few reviews (how liquid of me!).
The book seems to be a series of fragments of thoughts, not always clearly linked to each other, about how we seek relationships that have to be both loose and secure. Connections, but without commitment. Anxious and lost, we need people to fill in that unbearable silence, but we don’t want to give them our full attention and care.
How close to home that is. And yet how dangerous it can be to intellectualise my loss. Because while the society we live in conditions how we do things, including the act of love, each and every relationship most of the time ends for just one reason: the other person is just not that into you. Full stop. Such a simple answer, so difficult to stomach.
I hate Sundays. I always have and always will.