Women are born with pain built in. It’s our physical destiny. Period pains, sore boobs, childbirth, you know. We carry it within ourselves throughout our lives.
Men don’t. They have to seek it out. They invent all this gods and demons and things. Just so they can feel guilty about things, which is something we also do very well on our own.
And then they create wars. So they can feel things and touch each other. And when there aren’t any wars they can play rugby. And we have it all going on in here, inside. We have pain on a cycle for years and years and years.
And then, just you feel you are making peace of it all. What happens? The menopause comes. The fucking menopause comes. It is the most wonderful fucking thing in the world! And, yes, your entire pelvic floor crumbles, but then you’re free. No longer a slave, no longer a machine, with parts.
You’re just a person in business. It is horrendous, but then it’s magnificent. Something to look forward to.
So, it turns out it’s quite hard to come up with something original to say about love. But I’ve had a go.
Love is awful. It’s awful. It’s painful. It’s frightening.
Makes you doubt yourself, judge yourself. Distance yourself from the other people in your life. Makes you selfish. Makes you creepy. Makes you obsessed with your hair. Makes you cruel. Makes you say and do things you never thought you would do!
It’s all any of us want and it’s hell when we get there. So, no wonder it's something we don’t want to do on our own.
I was taught if we’re born with love, then life is about choosing the right place to put it. People talk about that a lot: “It feeling right”, “When it feels right it’s easy.” But I’m not sure that’s true.
It takes strength to know what’s right. And love isn’t something weak people do.
Being a romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope.
I think what they mean is...when you find somebody that you love, it feels like hope.
So thank you for bring us all together here today. To take words from this book of love. Be strong and take heart. All you who hope in the lord.
2020年五一假期前的最后一个休息日，看完Fleabag两季后有点恍惚。距离上一次说“很久没写东西了”，真的过了很久。这些年每次积压在心里的想法好像都和积压的情绪一起随着it will pass掩埋在生活的进行时中。
People are all we’ve got. 也是那个58岁的女人对33岁的女人说的一句需要记住的话，而且她重复了两遍。身边的人是我们的纽带，可心里的话却又因为牵动着纽带反而只想给陌生的过客们看一看，想象一下屏幕后面也在对陌生的我会心一笑的你时，我想我被倾听的渴望也算是实现了吧。