I have seen a lot of blog entries about love lately, and one of the most beautiful passages about love I have ever heard is in the Bible. It also happens to be one of the most popular passages (1 Corinthians 13: Lines 4 through 7):
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
But it occurs to me that each generation has its backdrop to love. In the fifties, you had puddle skirts and letterman's jackets, in the sixties, there was mind-altering experiences, in the seventies, there was disco. You get the idea.
But this day in age, well, I am not sure I would be god date material. I don't know how to text at all, and I am not sure how sexy I would look typing my phone number into someone else's cell phone. I just don't have the finger skills.
Then there is the whole iPod thing. Not that I don't know how to use an iPod – I do. But my taste in music was never edgy. And let's face it, hot girls like edgy music. Plus I would not like someone looking at my selection of iPod stories. That is way too personal. I don't know. Something tells me that I wouldn't get into this 21st Century Love.
When I was growing up, Valentine's Day was stressful. I mean, we had to give everyone in the class a Valentine's Card, and I never wanted guys to get the wrong idea. Now, I understand that sense it was required, only a moron would get the wrong impression of a card where Pepe Le Pew is grasping a cat, trying to plant a kiss. Or of the Necco candy hearts, with sayings like "Be Mine", "Hug Ya" and "Look Good." But when you are twelve, the world, though quite simple and innocent, seems a lot more complicated.
One Valentine's Day I remember vividly was when one of my friends did not get a card from every person. Someone skipped him. He had a cleft pallet, and some mean girl omitted him from her list. How cruel can we be?
Valentine's Day as I got older in school was even more stressful – when no one did not have to give you anything, and the darned student council upped the ante with carnations. Yeah, I know quite a few girls who counted the number of flowers she received. I always got a couple – which relieved me more than excited me. Sex and politics even in middle school. Well, not real sex, but you get the idea.
Happy Valentine's Day!