Salem v. Brazil
I tire of all the vixen-villians in romance-suspense-thrillers that explain their unorthodox behavior with the adage, “Love makes you do crazy things”. It’s not that I think it trite or that I take issue with the storyline. Rather the sentiment is wrong. Love does not make you do crazy things. Love makes you do mechanical things. Love makes you buy flowers and exchange mixed tapes and read poetry. There is a very scripted formula. Instead, I might be more apt to empathize with these vixi-villians if they changed one word to make the adage a well adapted mantra. It’s loneliness that makes us do crazy things. When lonely there is no greater time and better opportunity for crazy, and because there is no script for loneliness, I found great adventure potential in it. So for my fifth week, it all started in Salem and ended in Brazil.
renea 10:48 am on February 24, 2010 Permalink
Wow! I could read your blogs all day!
You are indeed a writer yes?
2010adventurequest 11:12 am on February 24, 2010 Permalink
What an empowering and insightful experience. Thank you for sharing!
cupcakeemergency 11:37 am on February 24, 2010 Permalink
LOVE IT!
wip78 1:55 pm on February 24, 2010 Permalink
I’m sure it could have been easier to have not said a thing and drank a bottle (or two) of wine that night, but you stood up for yourself. Good for you! He SOOOOOO doesn’t deserve a mixed tape from you;)
yearof52adventures 2:35 pm on February 24, 2010 Permalink
Thanks everyone! It’s good to stand up to goons!
eatveggiesdrinkwine 8:19 pm on February 24, 2010 Permalink
Bravo! I am working on being more assertive, and this is a fantastic (and beautifully written) lesson.
yearof52adventures 12:03 pm on February 26, 2010 Permalink
Addendum to this story: Mr. Josh contacted me today to ask….. for his books back. I think I’ll leave them in a rain puddle, on the interstate.
blueskiesinva 7:38 pm on April 22, 2010 Permalink
Nearly two months out, but I’m reading older posts…I left a guy’s books propped against his garage door, along with a CD containing only “S*** Song” by Kate Nash. It felt good.