Here I sit. In a chocolate-induced coma (the German stuff--Milka), an empty bottle of Russian Apfelschorle, and You've Got Mail playing. What a holiday. Am I single and in a foreign country on Valentine's Day? You bet. Am I alone. Most definitely not. We here are the few, the proud, the single. And you know what? Single people love too! Let's look at a broader definition of love, shall we? The Greeks had several, very specific words for love. Many people find this to be evidence of the decayed and insufficient nature of the English language. BUT! Just look at how many concepts we can include in this one word. All I have to say is "love" and a zillion (and I'm rounding to the nearest zillion) different ideas come to your mind. What's wrong with that? Nothing, I declare.
I have a little friend with Autism. Two actually. One day I was playing tag with them. One of them wanted me to pick him up, so I did. He had a grin on his face as we raced around. Then he put his little arms around my neck, looked at me, and innocently pressed his little face up against my cheek. The look on his face spoke novels. It didn't matter that he couldn't use words like other kids his age; in fact, it made his actions pure and sincere. And he taught me an important lesson about communication. And about love. So. I may be missing some boys today. But I can still sing Single Ladies quite contentedly. Although I don't think I ever want to see another Milka again. For at least a week.
I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'.
