As I’ve mentioned before, if an idea occurs to me, I assume that it has also occurred to others. So I do not claim invention of the following thoughts, only that I’ve thought them…
It occurs to me that the (current, Western) definitions for success, in any given category, are arranged in such a way, that only 1% of the population participating, will be successful at any given time. The measure of success, be it financial, political, or physical beauty, seems geared to benefit a sliver of society. This is probably a result of millennia’s worth of imperial social structures; a minority holding extreme control over a majority, throughout history this has been typically along religious and ethnic lines, sometimes both, and for reasons I don’t know, people through the ages have seemed to think that legitimacy is proven by visual traits. “I look like this, therefore only people who look like this can be the leader.”
I think this may apply across the board, but it is romantic love that I’m thinking of right now. Regardless of sexual preference or gender, we have this idea of (at least) two people, participating in a mutual admiration society of desire, admiration, adoration, lust, and thrill. Nothing wrong with that, it sounds spectacular!
But, what if… what if that’s all just a come-on? What if, like fiscal success in capitalism, it’s a system created to only benefit a narrow few? Say… 1%?
The One Percent of Love. If 1% of the West is gaspingly, frighteningly wealthy in money, perhaps that concept translates. Perhaps only 1% of the population experiences utter, breathtaking “love”. Perhaps the OPoL, in their giddy privilege, declared, “Why, this love thing is so simple and easy for me, it must be simple and easy for you too, you just aren’t trying hard enough.” Would we say this to someone who is colorblind? Seeing red and green is so easy, you just aren’t trying hard enough…Or, someone within the Autism spectrum, would you say, “oh, happy only looks emotive like this, therefore you don’t experience happiness”? No. At least, I certainly hope you agree that the answer is no.
So, if we wouldn’t tell someone that they don’t know other emotions, why are we so comfortable defining what romantic love/passion looks like? I don’t have these answers.