The following is a column posted as a MySpace bulletin on September 29, 2008. My modern day commentary can be found after my italicized signature.
The Language of Love
In English, we learn about compound sentences. Combining two sentences, that are perfectly fine by each other, and making them one sentence that makes sense.
Isn't that what happens in relationships? You take two people that are fine by each other and make them one couple that makes sense. Giving this some deep thought I couldn't help but wonder, if English is the language of people in love, what is the language of love in people?
In the past we have talked about relationships, good, bad, and a Mix-and-Match combination of the three. Many people write me and ask, "We all know what what happened with Kathryne, but what is happening with Kathryne?". I guess it never really occurred to me that there is so much I could be updating you all on, in live-action, instead of telling you in past tense. I'm making a pact to all my readers, less stories and more updates. Until I receive cease and desist orders from Kathryne's lawyer I will continue to fill you guys in on all the drama, good, bad, and a Mix-and-Match combination of the three.
We have decided to work on our relationship and talk, or fight, things through. We are both pretty confident that it would work if we decided to give it another go and I am pleased to announce that we are going to homecoming together in October.
I recently attended a small house party for 50 at a good friend's house. It was on a Saturday in September and it was unusually cold for a fall night and I decided to call Kathryne. I slowly drifted away from the loud party until I ended up at a city park. When I regained consciousness I found myself standing in a 'diamond' shaped patch of dirt, formerly a baseball field, having, what she called, a "loud conversation". Like most of our other "loud conversations", we established very little. However I did manage to find all four bases and the pitcher's mound, in complete darkness, and get my newly cleaned shoes dirty again. Realizing that I was unprepared, I flew my white flag and went back to the party where we continued to fight via text message about why I hung up. Believe me, it's not the dumbest fight we have had. It was just then when I discovered the language of love in people. It's a good fight. As long as you are fighting, you have something to lose. Alot of the time it's as simple as pride or as complex as a relationship. As long as humans are built with the 'fight gland' next to the heart, there will be healthy relationships. A fight is not the end of a weak relationship, it's the beginning of a strong one. Good thing I learned this young.
Thanks Katie Bear!
-Brendon Joshua
There is a very basic rule in writing; write then edit then publish. My inclination at 30 is to edit in my head then write then edit then publish. As you can see here, my style at 14 was write then publish, no editing required. I debated on editing my Coffee on Tuesday columns for fear that someone who is unfamiliar with what I am doing in moving all my writings from my old website onto brendonjoshua.com might read something written in 2008 and think this is me at 30 writing these things in this style and voice. After thinking about it for a long time, I decided not to edit my old writings because it takes away from the charm and innocence of teenage me. As badly as it is going to hurt, I am going to leave Coffee on Tuesday alone and just provide commentary on what is being said. Here we go…
I so admire 14 year old Brendon’s audacity, perhaps even arrogance, to word vomit every detail of someone else’s life. I saw myself as less of a typical high school blogger and more of a teen journalist. I operated on the belief that if you don't want your story to be told, don't give me a story to tell and went about slaying everyone’s right to privacy with the terrible, swift sword of words, the pen being mightier than the sword so to speak. I find it interesting that I had a philosophy on the meaning behind fighting at such a young age and that I felt the need to justify fighting with Kathryne. While I still agree that working through issues will strengthen your relationship, I concede the point that ‘fighting’ is necessary as I implied.
Also, the “fight gland” is called the amygdala and is located in the temporal lobe of the brain and not in fact next to the heart.
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