Wait…hang on. If I start a post out that way, you’re going to think it’s like, an “article”, where I cite references from books and thoroughly research my topic and in the end, leave you with your finger on your chin going, hmm, interesting…and forwarding it to someone with the note "this is brilliant, check this out".
Good thing I'm catching it now. Let me lower the bar substantially. This is not that.
See - yesterday was Valentine’s Day and I didn't post anything about it. Which is unfortunate because it really is a wide-open topic as far as humour. Love is so funny and people are so weird about it! But I thought, naah. I’ve been so touchy-feely drama drama with my posts lately.
Then, suddenly, out of nowhere – Monday! I post Mondays, don't I? I feel like I do.
So, I changed my mind – yes! I’ll do a Valentine’s Day post! It’s not too late, right? Wrong. Vday had totally cleaned out the entire shelf at the touchy-feely drama drama department. No more romance there, folks. No more "Eros". (except up by the cash beside the Twix bars…but those are spelled “Aeros” and are a whole nuther thing).
So I thought I'd talk about another kind of love of which they still had some left - "Philio". Then I thought maybe an explanation might be in order, in case not everyone is up on their Ancient Greek love definitions.
I'll bring you up to speed as I am an expert in all things Greek (just the other day I had the salad). I know how to spell the long, long last names. We have a Canadian Television personality named George Stroumboulopoulis. My daughter had a piano teacher whose last name was Anastasopoulis. It almost killed me that these two didn't get married so she could hyphenate her name to Anastasopoulis-Stroumboulopoulis. (I think I've used up my entire word count allotment now).
Um, okay. Moving on. (but their wedding invitations!! Right?? Imagine choosing the font? Sorry...) So, the Ancient Greeks defined love in four basic ways:
Eros. Romantic love. Passionate, intimate love. The big star of the whole Valentine's Day show.
Agape – the love that humans (should, ideally) have for other humans. Incidentally, there is way too little agape going on this in the world. Get more, people. The shelves are bursting with this stuff, it's there for the taking. We're all different, sure, but we're all humans (pretty much).
Storge - this is kind of like the love you feel for your children. If you have children. If you don't have children, it's the kind of love you feel for your parents. If you don't have parents either, then you're breaking my heart, please get a cat? Then it will be the kind of love you feel for your cat (pretty much).
Philio - friendship love.
So Philio is what I'm going with today, as it is a day late (as are most friends when you make out a time to meet up with them). At my daughters' High school last Friday, they provided the opportunity to buy a single rose for your "love". Or you could upgrade to a bouquet. So many of the kids bought a single rose for just their "friends", that if you were the poor guy presenting your "true love" with the single rose and not springing for the bouquet, well...you might be having the "conversation".
We all have that certain friend, though. You know the one. They're not tiny, not toony, but they are just a little loony (also maybe tiny and toony, I don't know your friends). If you text them at the brink of a crisis - What. What!!! What am I doing? The answer will be, duh. You're texting me. And you will laugh, crisis averted.
If the crisis is already in full swing, they will direct you to the nearest Cinnabon with strict instructions to point past the mini-bons (because minis? really?) and get the biggest one they have. Somehow they know that 800 calories was exactly what you needed. Later, when you are "big picturing" it, you realize that was the exact moment you started to feel better. Well, not that exact moment. You actually felt pretty disgusting at that moment (800 calories)...but you know. Roughly around then.
There are way too many types of friendships to talk about here. It's funny how we expect our significant other to be everything, but we don't ask the same of our friends and weirdly enough, this somehow works. They can each be just the one thing. The fun friend, the loyal friend, the introspective friend, the friend with whom you go way back. Sometimes even a sister (I consulted some Greek Gods here...they ruled that siblings still make the cut). Whether it's your friend, sister, brother, or the guy who bags your groceries, friendship love - philio - fills up an empty spot you might not even have otherwise known was there.
At the risk of getting all touchy-feely drama drama again...I hope you gave some Valentine's Day love to your crazy friends. And the sane ones too.
And Happy Belated Valentine's Day. Hope you had lots of love, whatever the kind...