Love Is Like a Kubrick Film
What can I say about love that hasn’t already been said? The word has as many different meanings as there are hidden messages in a Kubrick film. I don’t think I have much special insight into the state or nature of true love, but I’ve known many kinds of love, which makes me very lucky indeed. The really weird thing about love is how it is simultaneously the most commonly shared feeling in the world and the one feeling we can never manage to describe accurately. But we keep on trying to, don’t we? A red, red rose. An ocean. A raging inferno. Little heart attacks that aren’t enough to kill you but are just enough to make you walk funny. A heat wave. The sun. Quicksand. I’ve been working on loving myself better for a while. And by that, I mean treating myself with the same compassion and care I treat other people I love: my mom, my best friend, my boyfriend. It’s a little bit like being forced to play nice with the kid who used to be your best friend until she s...