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I have known two different types of love. Both were genuine.
The first type is very cautious not to hurt your feelings. It’s cautious with its words and gestures, and covers your faults so that you can rest easy.
The second type is tougher. I guess in the vernacular of the day I’d liken it to a “red pill”. It will hurt your feelings and make you aware of unpleasant truths in the short term so that you can survive and thrive in the longer term.
By the vernacular of the day, the former type can be seen as a “blue pill”.
My beloved mother handed out blue pills to me…but she truly believed the lies, that the doctors in our lives were truly trying to make our health better, that my father had died of natural causes, and that nobody really thought that much about me to try to rehearse and stage things in front of me for sinister purposes. I was happy to take these blue pills, along with the lithium and other (needless) psychotropic drugs provided to me by the big pharma, Club of Rome-appointed psychiatrists appointed to oversee and monitor me throughout my life .
“The wisdom of a fool won’t set you free.” – New Order, “Bizarre Love Triangle”
“And to the one you thought was on your side….she can’t understand, she truly believes the lie.” – Tori Amos, “Space Dog”
My mother was no fool; she was actually very intelligent. However, her tragic flaw lay in her generosity of spirit, her abundance of love, and the incorrect assumption that the ones she loved were incapable of acting in a sinister way towards her.
My father was more of a tough love type of person. If he was frustrated by your behavior or thought that you were obtuse to something you ought to be aware of, he would not mince words and often say unflattering things to you – with the goal being, not to spare your feelings, but to save your life, to improve yourself, or whatever the case may be. To someone unused to this style of love, it can come across as verbally abusive. There’s probably a happy medium.
I miss both of them for these types of love, because they were definitely genuine.