AS I SAID last Monday, if you’ve been following me on Facebook, you’ll know that I never really abandoned posting my feelings for all the world to see.
But because they are “sound bytes”, and are often out of context, I thought that I should review some of the more romantic ones I have posted in April.
This can be another direction for my column to take.
I mean, putting context to my emotional posts that are often verging on the literary.
This could be fun.
If you go along with me for the ride, maybe we can also make this work.
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“Foremost, and above everything else, more than air and oxygen, Love.
And it doesn’t even have to be fully alive.”
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I love how writerly, or unwriterly, I am with that post.
‘Foremost’ means ‘above everything else’.
‘Above everything else’ can mean ‘more than air and oxygen’.
But on this post, I love to suffocate you with the triad of almost equivalents.
I want to put it as plainly as possible.
I don’t want any mistaking.
No room for misinterpretation.
You decide whether it is writerly, or unwriterly
But I am happy with my decision to post it as it is.
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And what is ‘above all’?
What am I talking about?
Love.
With freaking capital letter L.
So, maybe the triad is over the top.
Maybe it’s a literary overkill.
But people do go over the top when they’re truly in love!
Don’t you?
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And when the subject is Love, don’t you want to feel suffocated.
Even if you are just reading another person’s experience?
Don’t you want something that makes you breathless?
The ten words preceding that word “Love” there, it’s more than your one-breath reading.
I mean, I sure used three commas.
But who among you really read those?
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Now, that killer line:
“And it doesn’t even have to be fully alive.”
That’s signature Peter Solis Nery.
Simply amazing.
That sets off the post from the Internet crowd.
Because what the hell can that line mean?
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Explicating will probably kill your interest.
Decrease your admiration of me.
Realize I’m so banal and ordinary.
Or maybe not.
Maybe it will have the reverse effect.
And make you think I’m brilliant.
I don’t care.
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I mean, why should I care now?
The post had already enjoyed its “Ohs” and “Ahs”, and likes, and hearts, and wows on Facebook.
And frankly, in the hierarchy of fans I love, the ones who let me know their reactions and provide me immediate feedback are really ranked way up high on my list.
I mean, if they love me so much to let me know, how can I love them any less?
And you know that I try to love everybody.
Even assh*les.
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I love greatly.
Even if those I love don’t love me as much.
Or as ardently.
Even if they love me only half-heartedly.
Or even less than half-heartedly.
And that, I think, was what I meant with that line.
You don’t have to love me with the strength of a fully alive animal.
Even if you love me only with the love and strength of a barely alive person, I’m okay with that.
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The point is Love.
Not the quality, or quantity, of it.
At least for that post.
In real life, of course, it’s different.
I’m not a doormat.
If you don’t love me, f*ck off.
Go to hell.
I won’t waste my time on you.
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And I think that idea comes off, too, in my other emotional status posts in April—
The fact that I move on rather easily.
That I’m not stuck with one loser.
The idea that I won’t die of desperation for one person only.
That if you don’t love me, I just fold up my tent.
Set my eyes on the next victim.
Thank you. Next!
I mean, just look at these two posts—reprinted here in quotation marks.
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“If I wake up not loving you tomorrow, it doesn’t mean I didn’t love you enough today.
It could just mean you did not love me back quick enough.”
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“Just because I moved on fast doesn’t mean I didn’t love you deeply enough.
You’re just not worth all the trouble.” (500tinaga@gmail.com/PN)
