We’ve all said our piece on insta!love. It’s unfavourable, that one. I could say a thing or two but honestly, it'll probably do little to enlighten you. So I've come to the next best thing: transcendental love. Confused? Unfamiliar? (you aren't, trust me) Well let me explain.
While I said I had no words to give, I’ve got to bring the insta! back into the picture. Insta!love doesn’t bother me all too much. I’m great at spotting it from a mile away but as long as it remains innocent, I remain game. It’s a big thing now, insta!love. Inescapable, some may say. If you can’t beat them, join them. Or at least subdue the anger (life’s a better place when you’re a calm clam.) You see, the thing that really fires up my rant machine (a nasty thing this is, full of profanities—they should send me to finishing school) is when the insta!love drags home an uninvited guest. What gets my eye twitching is none other than soul-consuming, insult to self-preservation, irrational actions and declarations of love, or otherwise known as the:
“I know we met yesterday, but you, babe, are the love of my life. You’re my bae—or otherwise known as that word we all thought was short for babe but turns out urban dictionary says otherwise. Death shan’t part us (even though just yesterday life was getting on fine without you), and should fate deal us a heavy hand, I’d still defy reason, logic and life itself to reel you back to me.”
Sorry. I get carried away. But the point is, let me introduce you to the
love that transcends the barriers of time, space and reality.
Now I did a little digging. Spiritualists like to think of transcendental love as the process whereby both parties give themselves into love; sacrificing self or self-interest. In the context of Romanticism, transcendental love follows the same gist; love is a healing force, love is salvation, love transports the self into another realm. Lovely. Does that sound just a teensy bit familiar to you? We see it a lot, this, especially in Young Adult fiction (but definitely not limited to.)
Under the Young Adult tree, Romanticism has become less of a branch and more of an integral component; a requirement, if you must. There’s no denying it. Sure, there are probably some fantastic works out there that don’t have romance in them, but guess what? The ratio is probably 5:4, leaning in favour of romance. BUT don't get me wrong; I’m not being a romance snob. Hell no. I love a bit of romance. It opens up a can of emotions—sweetness, rawness, laughter, lightness, angst. It’s a great way to connect to the audience. The thing is, I like my romance done tastefully or if better worded, I like it done appropriate to the context. You know what exists? Too much of a good thing and when I see romance overdone, especially in relation to it’s situation, I do this thing where I drown. In disappointment. In distaste. In bitterness.
You see, half the time we get some REALLY INTENSE romance that just doesn’t seem…pertinent. I can understand why characters in a dystopia, for example, would be a little more rushed with their feelings and emotions. Time’s a’ticking. Chances are the government, or whoever's the big bad wolf, is probably breathing down their necks. Because everyone's just out to chomp us teens who hold all the information (but that’s for another day). Point is, I feel for them and I get it. So fine. I won’t complain. BUT what aches me in a dystopic setting is when things get pushed pass heighten emotions and into the territory of “But what and why?”
What do I mean by that? I mean when the characters stop giving a damn about the fact that they’re being chased down by some baddies who, in real life (where we have this concept called time), would most probably round the corner in about T-minus 2 seconds. Instead reality is conveniently put on pause, life dulling in comparison. Here they are, seconds away from becoming potato mash, but hey, who cares about that when you’ve got some time for a feel-me-up, yolo (don’t give me that look), it’s now or never, KISS. RIGHT WHEN THEY’RE ABOUT TO BE MURDERED /TORTURED /WHAT EVER THE HECK IS APPLICABLE.
I don’t get it. Why not save the saliva swap for a when they actually make it out of danger (which would probably be sooner if they’d used that time to escape). And let’s not get me started on those “Just met two hours ago but now that you’re in danger I’d die in your place because I think I wuv you”. Please. Just spare me.
But this is just my little two cents. Now I want to know what you think. Is this something that bothers you or is it justified? I want to know the situations that you can stand and the ones that seem ridiculous.