FALLING IN LOVE IS A DISEASE

© 2003 By Ralph Rewes

 Sure. Many people think falling in love is tops. Their corny romanticism is fueled by phrases like, "love gives meaning to life; it makes every color shine brighter" - even when everything is mousy gray. Love makes her rumba up in the air and it turns him into a conquering Napoleon going wild after Russian mukhik girls in the steppes, et cetera, et cetera.

In reality, being in love is arthritis to the spirit, an obnoxious temporary insanity - and a total madness if jealousy appears. When we fall in love, an absolute blindness separates our mind from reality, and we become idiots, since intelligence ceases to function.

The moment we approach the object of our love, we become clumsier than the town's fool. If we try to say something nice to him or her, we mumble nonsensical absurdities instead. In a party, we spill drinks on him or her and drop food on the most vulnerable part of his or her anatomy. When we want to praise our object of love, we get tangled in language nuances and we speak like a moron.

There is period of denial when we refuse to admit that we are totally controlled by our demonic hormones. Then, we feel like a big blow on our head and we fall on our four ready to bite the dust and eat it, too. And godforbids if we fail in our conquest and our loved one goes away from us.

Then, we fall into a despicably pathetic moaning, spending hours talking about him or her, wondering what he or she had done wrong, how could we have offended whom we loved so much (something we denied so adamantly before), et cetera, et cetera. The et cetera here describes the monotony oozing from a conversation with a jilted person.

From another perspective, all we do and say now sounds irrational if the listener has forgotten his own experiences. What is terrifying in a case like this, is the fact that anyone is vulnerable to such lunacy, to such idiotic melancholy assaults and to such mental derangement produced by a powerful disease called "to fall in love."