Some authors would have you believe that a good romance is the equal of a marriage of the heart and mind... (AKA "chemistry")?
A "thinkologist" however is busy at rehash, preoccupied by a "theory of everything" (on one's mind and sometimes, below one's belt).
For those of us, for whom, "thinking" is both an inevitability and a part of the daily diet...
If you toss two really bright people into one room (a male, a female), and then leave them there long enough... The fundamentals of today's theory are: that they WILL mate, fall in love, and that a romance will ensue! Alas, I've spent time in one or two rooms decorated to those precise "House Beautiful" norms. Somehow, the physical coitus never seemed to supplant or offset the, "cogito, ergo sum" (I think, therefore I am) component of the intellectual copula that was ALWAYS well underway, and first. Does such a "union" make thinkers into part-time lovers, or part-time lovers into thinkers?
When romance reunites people who have been "thus" united, then separated, and then re-united (after a certain time), is their reunion (also), once too often?
I always try to engage my readers with a tone of sarcasm (nobody ever really believes everything I say anyway)... Am I wrong (rhetorical)? ;-)
This sort of amusement invites everyone to laugh at the many easy foibles of our lives and our living. A "thinkologist" makes observations about the most rigorous, purely formulaic alternatives - as well as the unpredictable nature of LOVE. The objective being ...to make whatever one thinks about LOVE (thereby), a joy to read (and to experience)?
Romance is a love story told in such a way, that it appeals to men (stiffened) and it appeals to women (swollen). Love's most primitive allures engage both the naive and the jaded - from Algebraic Number Theorists, to Professional Violinists - and (likewise) all those manic enough to harbor phobias towards either endeavor. Patience comes to the penitent...
If I'm not being funny or clever here (nor original, in a way that pulls, you the reader, "in"), then blame me - for I am the only farcical, hugely entertaining, and equally as modest author of this strangest of stories.
LOVE is a Greek Classic (and oft-times, as lyrical): "boy meets goddess"; "girl meets a god"; "boy or girl loses the other god". Along the way, the two engage in playful eros romps that out-perform the soggiest TV-soap (and) every made-for-Broadway satirical play, ever written. Pass the hankies, to wipe my wetted eyes...
Each of those compositions become somewhat more accursed (as entertainment) than the other (...akin to a trash-talk, romance-novel - composed for, and targeting lonely, generally rather unattractive women whom men date once, at best). In general, men aren't into romance (no, not even the unattractive guys).
So, as YOU read this, weep with me...
As YOU become an active THINKOLOGIST yourself...
Soon enough, there will be thunderbolts raining down from your own Mount Olympus, as the gods drink themselves into a carefree stupor on cheap sex ...and cheaper wine.
Align yourself to "thinkology".
Save CIVILIZATION as we never knew it! Lock yourself up in an empty room with someone who thinks the way you do. Do it today! It's the cerebral version of, "getting laid".
There is a spiritual teacher who states, that "if you fight against reality, you suffer". The object is to "come into acceptance". Small words, big concept.
Difficult at times,
P.S. My next entry will be about "missed opportunities" in life...