End of the day and eyes drop deep. I lost my phone today on a bike ride to lunch. It was such a strange event I was so surprised that I did not feel or hear my phone take a dive on the east Austin streets. I retraced my steps and even got my on my back up phone, calling myself every few blocks. I was starting to lose hope and was trying to figure out my moves this week sans main phone. I was almost home as I tried my phone again. They answered. They being a sweet out of town couple who found the phone just blocks away. They had granola smiles and were from Massachusetts, I gratefully thanked them and recommended a tasty Mexican eatery nearby. Phone found and I headed back to my initial lunch meet up.
We chatted about many things and nothing along the beautiful view of town lake. I was excited about my girlfriend's arrival and talked about the sites and surprises I had in store. I know one place she want to visit is the cool tourist spot of Jo's Coffee on South Congress. The coffee is decent but on the side of the diminutive building boasts the words, "I Love You So Much." in red spray paint. I'm sure you may have seen pictures in feeds of your facebook friends, taken with their spouses or mates, posing and kissing in front of the joyful words. I then brought up its dark cousin of a mural, the dreaded "I Hate You So Much" wall on Rainy Street. I expressed that I really don't like it and didn't think its cool that people make fun of sweet sappy couples in front of the "love," mural. But if you have a flare for the dark side and a cynic sense of humor then the "Hate," wall is for you. Perhaps at different times, we are attracted to both walls.
I don't why I was defending the "Love" wall so much to my friend. Maybe being newly in love I didn't want to believe that people can be so jaded with love that when they see happy people they have an immediate gag reflex. Yet they do. But I get it, that humor. Shoot even I at times cynicism runs strong in my veins. I know how the world works or at least how this lost society operates. We feed off the love and kindness of others, eventually turning all that is pure into a deep and dark joke. Love, family, work and religion; all of our traditions and virtues have been feed to the jackals of our hearts.
Late night, eyes deep. Don't take life so seriously. You have laugh at yourself and at life Paul. I tend to agree as I hoot and a holler with the best of them. But what sacred is sacred, what's pure is pure. Whats love is love. Cherish it, even as you pose in front of that wall of "Hate." See you on down the road.
P.S. Yes I am indeed newly in love.