I was going to write a humorous, sarcastic blog about the finale of "The Bachelor" last night because it is so worthy of that. It produced many zingers that I was looking forward to sharing. But the more I think about it, there are bigger fish to fry here.
Something Burge said last night triggered a deep thought in my mind. What exactly he said, I don't remember (there's some irony in that, me thinks), but what it triggered was how Jason's actions last night really mirrored society's view of love and commitment. I know, I know, it's really a stretch to be comparing reality television with the real world. But, you work with what you've got. And what I've got right now is a lot of reality television.
Jason kept saying last night that after he proposed, the "chemistry" between he and Melissa changed. Now, let me go ahead and get the sarcasm out of the way here...Really?? You mean, when you left New Zealand and dream dates and fantasy suites? When you reentered the real world of work, your own home, your son and the mundane things of everyday life? Things changed? No kidding?? It's called REALITY! Dream dates, fantasy suites, engagement rings you could never afford on your own is not real life! Real life is having a bad day at work, Ty having a stomach virus and Melissa with PMS...all at the same time.
Which leads me to the comparison...Society has forgotten what love is. Love is not tingling in your toes or butterflies in your stomach. Those are all feelings. Love in its purest form isn't a feeling that you have (and therefore can lose), it's an action. A decision, even, that you make everyday to fully respect the other person, to do what is best for that person, even if it means your wants go on the back burner. Love is a commitment.
You see, feelings can be manipulated. True love doesn't manipulate. Love is something you fight for, as Melissa pointed out last night. Real love doesn't leave. I hope Jason finds what he's looking for (although I'm not sure that is possible), and I'm sure Melissa will look back on this and know that it worked out for the best. Cause, girlfriend, you are so better off.
Well, then...pardon me for just a moment while I step off my soapbox. Tomorrow, we'll be back to the light and lively side of life with a deconstruction of American Idol. Please come back...