On love (Philia)...

It's Valentine's Day. And I'm single. And no this post is not going where you think it is going.


It is a well known fact that while the English language has only one word for love (Luv and like do not count) the Greeks use four. We have Storge, which is the love I have for my waffles, my bed, Sunday mornings and my worn AQ sweatshirt. There is Eros which I don't have to much contact with by myself unless you want to make some uncomforatable John Mayer/Playboy interview comparisons (John Mayer does come up later.) There is Agape but that's for tomorrow. And then there is Philia or that brotherly love. Philadelphia is called that for a reason.

There he is in all his yummy goodness...

Yesterday I went to John Mayer. (See I told you he comes up again.) Now I am not a HUGE John Mayer fan. I bought the tickets for me to go with another person for Christmas. Who couldn't go cause he was going with someone else. A female someone else.

Burn.

So for six weeks I sat on those damn tickets hoping the situation would resolve itself.



The Palace would burn down.
She would back out on him.
John Mayer would have a breakdown and cancel his tour. (Only half right.)


I found myself last Monday with two tickets and no one who could go. Last thing I wanted to do was sit at a concert listening to John Mayer sing about love when, well, I wasn't with the one I wanted to be with. So Monday found me, with a pair of tickets and me cleaning my room. (Yes, there is a point to me cleaning my room.) Still unpacking boxes, I found a magnet my parents or roommates or someone had given me in the past. It said "But on your big girl panties and deal with it!"

Hm. Wow. Really?

Stop being the victim. You bought the tickets. You put yourself out there. Now you deal with it. No the magnet didn't say all of that to. But that is what it made me think. And then I acted. (This is where the philia thing comes in.)

So I called a friend, a really good girl friend who has been with me through thick and thin. Who also happens to love John Mayer. Friday night we got all dolled up. We went to the concert. Listened to FABULOUS music. I do admit I thought of him (the original recipient of the tickets, not John Mayer.) A couple times. But then I would look at my friend, listen to the music, think about how beautiful I looked and I realized. There really was no one nor no where else in the world I wanted to be at that moment then where I was.

Wearing my big girl panties.