It’s late evening and raining. I am riding in the passenger seat, looking out the window at nothing in particular. A SUV in front veers on the shoulder and splashes in a puddle of water. A lady to the right waives to apologize after she almost changed lanes into my passenger side. Yup, a storm is definitely brewing and people just cant handle themselves accordingly. It’s the type of weather that makes you wish you were curled up on the couch, with a juicy medium-well T-bone on your lap, and a glass of wine within arm’s reach.
As I look at the overcast sky, the song of inspiration starts playing on the radio. As Kelly Clarkson’s humming comes through the speakers, I think of a particular female celebrity who is under scrutiny for her relationship with a married man. In fact, a few female celebrities come to mind. Now this post is not dedicated to judging the celebrities or talking about the hurt their actions has caused or the multiple individuals adversely affected by their actions. That’s another post, another song, and another day!
As I listened to Kelly Clarkson sing, the song put me in a melancholy state of mind. It made me think of how the power of love can drive people to do wrong. Now, I am not talking an intense physical attraction that causes you to rip your clothes and then think “Oops, did I do that?”. Instead, I am talking about that deep feeling that reverberates through you and makes you go out on a limb for someone. That intense feeling that makes you feel like you just stepped off the roller coaster, like you have bubble guts and a swarm of butterflies have made your small intestines their home…all at the same time. Simply, the feeling you have about someone that prevents you from using common sense. I am talking about that feeling that motivates a person to “walk in faith not by sight” off the sidewalk into 5pm traffic.
As I listened to the song and thought about the multiple reports about the female celebrity: the things the media and bloggers claimed she did and speculations about what she is willing to do…I got a light bulb! Maybe the female celebrity isn’t selfish or daft. Maybe, just maybe, her apparent dim-witted actions stems from true love. Otherwise, the mere scrutiny combined with the advice from some tell-it-like-it-is folks would have knocked common sense into her faster than you can say “Two 5-piece with a side of BBQ sauce”. But I don’t have to tell you about those tell-it-like-it-is folks. We all have those people in our life that prevent us, or remind us, the reason we should not do stupid things…even when we don’t ask for their opinion.
What is the problem with love? Kelly explains it all in her song. Love = trouble. Worse than being locked in a room with a sexy ex and a bottle of Patron. Love is “like a drug that makes you blind”. Love doesn’t care about timetables and rules. “It doesn’t care how fast you fall”. Love will “tear you up inside, make your heart believe a lie, it is stronger than your pride.” Kelly is telling it like it is and it scares me when I realize she is right. More so, it terrifies me to know that love may cause trouble even when one follows the so-called rules and etiquettes of love.
So what should the celebrity’s family and friends do? I don’t think there is anything anyone can do at this stage. Sometimes it is better to stand back and let people play with fire even if they and others will get burned. It sounds cold but its true! It’s like my Grandma always said, “If you don’t hear, you will feel.” And in some cases, people need to feel the consequences of their actions before they can learn their lesson.
As for the celebrity, I wouldn’t trade places with her. I am not defending her or suggesting love is an excuse for her actions, as I do not support the idea of cheating. I shame easily and hate the feeling I get when I hurt another person’s feelings. On the other hand, I would be a fool not to acknowledge that $hit happens. But remember, you won’t step in it if you don’t walk behind cows. Now think about that as I ignore the late hour to slip a T-bone on the grill pan and enjoy a glass of Sangria. Don’t judge? I know the trouble with my love of late night eating and frankly “it’s a drug that makes me blind” to the adverse effect to my waistline.