-Breaking and Entering

We are nothing but a bunch of criminals. We parade around as if we are clean and polished; but really we are dark and twisty. We drive are pretty cars and pick the lint off of our expensive clothes but really we are nothing but common crooks and average vandals. We aren’t exactly stealing babies, knocking over banks, or throwing grenades at the people who walk too slowly in front of us; but when it comes to relationships we are cold blooded killers. We play it closeto the vest. We compete to see who we can get the most out of. We trust fewer people more and more as we grow older and know more and more people the older we get; the math doesn’t really add up. To be honest I guess it is better that we break the laws of the social world as opposed to breaking the laws of the judicial world, but there are still repercussions to both. We break into relationships and enter into conversations that we know are illegal and bad for business, but we still cross the line and do it anyways. We break all kinds of rules and laws in the hopes that it will get us to a real relationship. No pain, no gain. No crime, no prime. Prime friendships that will help us survive and continue to make it in this world. So we break laws and perform acts of criminality, but you could call them all crimes of passion. Crimes for the greater good.
Let’s pretend that relationships are like houses. Houses are safe and homely and tend to be inviting. Warm and cozy in the winter and cool and chilling in the summer. Everyone wants a house. And when we get our houses we protect them. Locks on all of the doors. Shutters for the windows. We don’t go to bed unless we check to make sure we closed the garage door. Some of us even go through the trouble of adding security systems. Some of us just buy loud yappy dogs. To each their own. Our houses are very important to us, so we protect them. We don’t want just anyone coming into them. We worked hard to achieve them and make them our very own, so it makes sense to protect them. The feeling of hurt and despair and violation when someone breaks into them or enters into them without permission or with malicious intent, it’s overwhelming. A good, solid kick and the door is knocked in. A stone or hammer and the glass is shattered. Houses are broken into everyday. No one likes to think about how vulnerable they really are, how unprotected or exposed they are.
There is more then one type of breaking and entering. The first kind is done by bad people who want to get into to your house to steal your childhood collection of Pez dispensers, your coveted dollar bill signed by Tyra Banks, your grandmother’s recipe for tomato gravy and all the valuables that make you who you really are. That type of breaking and entering is awful, rotten and just uncalled for. The second kind of breaking and entering is needed sometimes; this kind is done by firemen, policemen, and our friends who have spare keys. Would it make any sense at all for the fireman who is about to save your wailing, blubbering self to ask permission to enter your house? Would you want the police man to pause and ask if it was ok to break down the door that is keeping him from saving you from the burglar? Do you really want your friends, the ones who love and care for you, to ask if it was ok to come in and offer up some advice or help? Sometimes we need people to break into us, to come crashing and entering through our doors, windows and walls.
Both kinds of breaking and entering make you feel vulnerable and insecure; but when it is done by people who love and want to protect you, it just makes your house stronger in the long run. So keep up with checking your locks, checking your windows and making sure the garage is closed. Go ahead; buy a couple more yappy dogs. Just remember that sometimes we can trap ourselves in our houses and we need someone to come and break us out of them.