I said before that honesty was such an ugly word. Or, wait, Billy Joel did. Whatever, I agreed. Except I don’t. Honesty is necessary. But it’s also hard to take at times.
Still we all pretty much accept and need honesty in our lives. Billy knows it, too: everyone is so untrue. But fine, as ugly as it is, we accept this honesty business.
I found an uglier word, though: commit.
This word sends chills up and down my boyfriend’s spine. Tingling sensations of the that-hurts-please-stop variety. And, invariably, academy-award-winning, cringe-worthy facial contortions result as well.
Commit?
Who me?
Good question.
After all, what does one commit or commit to most often? Here’s a partial list:
Commit a crime (go to jail).
Commit treason (piss off the government, are you serious?)
Commit to the lord (you pedophile you).
Be committed to an asylum (your family wants your money).
Commit suicide (stupid idea, the drama is short-lived and there’s no coming back).
Commit to quit (don’t be a quitter).
Commit MySQL (leave my squirrel alone!)
Commitment to another person means what exactly?
It sounds like a downright criminal act. A surrendering of will. A weakening of spirit. A deadening of soul. A senseless offense against one’s own autonomy.
Freedom is something we fight for, passionately. And freedom, increasingly, is the one thing we have left. So why then, why oh why, would we ever want to let that go?
If you can commit yourself to nothing else, commit yourself to understanding freedom.
Commit. Such an ugly word. So why is it such a beautiful thing?
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