I’ve been thinking and reading a lot about unrequited love lately myself. On unrequited love, Joey Comeau (of web comic A Softer World) says:
“Man, I was thinking about unrequited love. I figure it’s best to just walk that shit off. Find someone else to be excited about. It’s like if you love ice cream but your ice cream man friend won’t give you any. Maybe he’s got a good reason. It cuts into profits. Who knows? But he likes you as a friend and wants to hang out anyway. It just drives you crazy to hang out with that dude, even if he’s being reasonable from his point of view. So don’t hang out with him. What, you ONLY like ice cream? It’s ice cream or nothing? Don’t be an asshole. Learn to love donuts.”
And while I totally see what he’s saying and even agreed with him for a while, the honest truth is that most of us don’t choose who we love. We may have some sway over it one way or another, but at the end of the day, we don’t have perfect control over our feelings. And we should be compassionate with ourselves. We can’t just say, “buck up!” and be done with it. But we can own those feelings. We can enjoy them and be compassionate with ourselves about them. It seems crazy at first, the idea of enjoying unrequited love, but I find the more I think about it the more I can do it. In The Ethical Slut, Dossie Easton and Janet Hardy say:
“One remedy for the fear of not being loved is to remember how good it feels to love someone. If you’re feeling unloved and you want to feel better, go love someone, and see what happens.”
I think this is a really powerful thought. When I sit and contemplate it, it does feel really good to love someone else. They don’t even have to do anything about it. That love is mine, it’s a position that I put myself in, and it feels good. There’s one dialogue in the movie Adaptation that also has struck me as particularly relevant in this field:
CHARLIE KAUFMAN: There was this time in high school. I was watching you out the library window. You were talking to Sarah Marsh.
DONALD KAUFMAN: Oh, God. I was so in love with her.
CHARLIE KAUFMAN: I know. And you were flirting with her. And she was being really sweet to you.
DONALD KAUFMAN: I remember that.
CHARLIE KAUFMAN: Then, when you walked away, she started making fun of you with Kim Canetti. And it was like they were laughing at me. You didn’t know at all. You seemed so happy.
DONALD KAUFMAN: I knew. I heard them.
CHARLIE KAUFMAN: How come you looked so happy?
DONALD KAUFMAN: I loved Sarah, Charles. It was mine, that love. I owned it. Even Sarah didn’t have the right to take it away. I can love whoever I want.
CHARLIE KAUFMAN: But she thought you were pathetic.
DONALD KAUFMAN: That was her business, not mine. You are what you love, not what loves you. That’s what I decided a long time ago.
Your love is yours—no one else controls it. And remember that the purpose of love is not to be returned. It is its own purpose. It exists whether or not the object of that love feels it. Sometimes love makes us dependent and vulnerable—that hurts. Maybe it will always hurt. But if you open yourself to the possibility of getting pleasure from your own love, loving people can feel good—and they don’t even have to love you back.