I don’t know how to talk to crazy people
The weather was cold and grey; the first bite of Winter swept across campus in icy gusts. I encountered a half-dozen nice young students holding a sign that said; “Pure Love”. One of them approached me and handed me a leaflet:
On the front it extolled the virtues of something called Pure Love: it’s pro-love, life, family and happiness. And sexuality is a right-way/wrong-way thing, and love is a choice – not a feeling.
On the other side it listed web addresses and books that said:
- Contraception is bad and people shouldn’t use it
- Science supports chastity
- Premarital sex hurts people
- Overpopulation is a myth – it’s peachy that we have 7 billion people on the planet and there’s plenty of room for more. A video on that website contained what may be the stupidest statistical illustration I have ever seen.
- John Paul II and Paul VI said we are created for extra-special love and have a bunch of responsibility and stuff
I glanced at it, got the gist and folded into my pocket. All of about 19 years old, she smiled and said: “Thank you for taking it!”
I just nodded and walked away. I wouldn’t know what to say to her.
- Nope, sorry: love is a feeling. Integrity, fidelity, honesty – virtues like that – are choices. And no, I don’t give a damn that the Greeks had different words for it.
- In my mind I start to answer the rest of those claims – gahh! – and just don’t know where to begin. Maybe I’m too easily frustrated but they don’t even rise to the level of being wrong.