Thursday, January 7, 2010

Love

There is a Russian saying: “Love is a toothache of the heart.” (Articles pending.)

I propose a new saying: “Love is New York traffic of the heart.”

Having experienced both today (the toothache and the traffic), I definitely think my version is much more fitting. (The saying assumes that love always leads to a broken heart. It’s a Russian saying, after all.)

13 comments:

Just like a guy said...

Are toothaches and traffic constants or variables?

Anarchist Chossid said...

Good question.

There are two answers one could give. One based on what one would hope. The other based on the sample.

Just like a guy said...

I'm open for both.

Anarchist Chossid said...

Can one be cynical and naive at the same time? Or is it realistic and optimistic?

Just like a guy said...

Yes and yes.

Anarchist Chossid said...

I guess it’s naive to think you know anything about such things based on a small sample.

Anarchist Chossid said...

I guess it’s cynical to assume that your small sample can be used as a rule for life.

Just like a guy said...

You're saying this about yourself?

Anarchist Chossid said...

Isn’t everything we say about the world to some degree about ourselves?

Just like a guy said...

All right then, I'll go with door number one.

Anarchist Chossid said...

To answer your question, The fact that there will always be sometimes traffic is a constant.

But I think traffic itself is a variable. It varies from person to person and from city to city. In some cities, if you’re smart, you can avoid traffic almost every day, unless you make a serious mistake (which happens). In other cities, it seems, whichever way you turn, there is always traffic; nothing you do makes any difference, and driving is a cruel and unusual punishment. And then one has to ask: is it worth it?

Just like a guy said...

So you're saying that sometimes love is ok, and sometimes it's miserable?

Anarchist Chossid said...

You’re right, it’s an unusually cheerful outlook on life for a Russian...