Thursday, June 08, 2006

Little Lost Boys

Oh these little lost boys we all keep finding and keep on bringing home with us-

What is it with us? We strong, beautiful, smart, interesting, well-dressed, well-loved, good friend, mature, responsible ladies. And them? These pitiful and emotionally needy men.

I'll tell you why- Or, at least, why I think we let our hearts be released to Neverland.

A lost boy WANTS to commit, but he just doesn't know that he can commit. He just doesn't know that he knows what commitment exactly is. He's not looking to cheat on you. He's not a player or a sleeze ball or an asshole really at all. He's smart. He's cute. He's giving... well, sometimes... well, mainly just sexually... but he's trying. He's stuck somewhere between wanting to try and be an adult in a committed relationship and totally freaking out because he's not sure he's capable of doing good by you. He's so scared of failure and so freaking out about failure that he'll push and push and push you away until you can't do anything but leave Neverland and allow yourself to be an adult.

They are adorable. When they need you, they are even more adorable. When they say sweet things, they are the most adorable of all. They hold this soft, whimpering little spot in your big heart. You just can't turn them away.

When they say sweet things, that sugary taste lasts in your mind forever.

They get lost again and again. They don't want to grow up.

From Wikipedia regarding "Peter Pan": The most apparent thematic thread in the story concerns "growing up" (or not), with the character of Peter wanting to remain a child forever in order to avoid the responsibilities of adulthood. "Peter Pan syndrome" has become a psychiatric term named by Dr. Dan Kiley to describe an adult who is afraid of commitment and/or refuses to act his age. It is also sometimes used to positively describe an innocent, childlike approach to life.

They're lost boys. And we love them. We date them. We have to have them. We save them when they need us. We hug them when they're good. We play Wendy to them. Finally, I suppose, we turn away and go back to the real world. Set to live life. And then they return, and they take us back to Neverland.

There ain't nothing like them.


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