The Great Duck Hunt
This sport takes place every Friday night. It happens in bars and clubs all over the world. It concerns those of us after love, and those of us after lust.
Sometimes, I don’t even know the difference between those two groups.
Some of us think this is an easy activity. You load your gun. You just turn around. You aim. You go like, “do you have a lighter mate? Hey man, nice tattoos!” And off you go for the kill.
Others are waiting for the perfect duck. They walk around with sad faces searching for that one special bird with the green feathers around her collar and the strange “quack” that would make them whole.
I don’t think there’s such a big difference between love and lust. Actually, I think they are two different Polaroid pictures of the exact same sport, taken at different time of the game.
I read today you can easily recognize lust from love. If it’s lust, those are the signs: “You’re totally focused on a person's looks and body. You're interested in having sex, but not in having conversations. You'd rather keep the relationship on a fantasy level, not discuss real feelings. You want to leave soon after sex rather than cuddling or breakfast the next morning. You are lovers, not friends.”
While if it’s love, “You want to spend quality time together other than sex. You get lost in conversations and forget about the hours passing. You want to honestly listen to each other's feelings, make each other happy. He or she motivates you to be a better person!”
Separating those two lists of things, it’s like total bullshit, right!? It’s like talking about the same two people, but catching them at very different times of the game.
It’s like trying to separate dusk from dawn. They belong together. They’re in the same movement. At night, you’re one person. In the morning, you’re the other. You’re not set list of constant qualities. A person is fluid, changing from one Polaroid picture to the next, moving from lover to friend, from hunter to hunted. Thinking that you will derive any form of happiness from locking that guy or that girl into the perfect duck or the perfect hunter, it’s just ignoring the true nature of us.