The stewardess handed me my two beverages (I was thirsty and if they're not going to give me snacks I figure they owe me as much liquid as I desire), but before she left me to quaff it all down, she said something I've heard many times before in this situation but found utterly strange for the first time in my life:
"Enjoy."
How could I not? Why does this lady deem it necessary to bid me enjoy something that I clearly will without her telling me? How could a tired, hungry, thirsty man stuffed in an uncomfortable environment fail to relish this experience?
And herein lies the throbbing ache: Despite the loudest, most convincing of exhortations, I am always failing to ENJOY...
...this...
...that...
...you.
I'm sorry.
"The biggest problem in our marriage is that she wants me around. And I can't even accept that? I don't think I can accept pure love." - Pete, from "Knocked Up"
"Why do you mean so much to me? Help me to find words to explain. Why do I mean so much to you, that you should command me to love you? And if I fail to love you, you are angry and threaten me with great sorrow, as if not to love you were not sorrow enough in itself. Have pity on me and help me, O Lord my God. Tell me why you mean so much to me." - Saint Augustine
