Last week, I played John Mayer’s “Only Heart” 49 times. I’m playing my 50th as we speak. And then, I burned a CD for my car. And looked up song lyrics.
But John Mayer is an asshole. He is a womanizer of words. Not a wordsmith, but rather a wordSLUT. His recent topsy turvy relationship with Jessica Simpson is testament to this fact. He milked her for all her post-Nick turmoil was worth, and then dropped her after a quick 6-week media blitz relationship run.
Is he writing about her right now? Probably not. Hell, I don’t even know if he writes his own music. Someone get me the line notes to “Heaver Things,” please?
I love being charmed. I love when people flatter me, ask me questions, look me in the eyes and nod their heads in agreement.
And it sickens my stomach to think that these charmers are not what they seem. Like the snake in the garden of Adam and Eve, we must be wary of that who promises us the world in one quick breath.
It’s frustrating to think that we can’t trust. That we can neither fully trust our lovers, our family or our friends. The world has desensitized us to trust and faith. Because you don’t trust me, I don’t trust you, either. It is a viscious cycle that only results in questions, risks and under the right circumstances, crash and burn relationships, broken love and the stifled pursuit of passion.
John Lennon said all you need is love. And I truly believe this.
But then again, John Lennon may have more in common with John Mayer than the same first name. The trust bonds were broken even 40 years ago. Maybe John Lennon was a wordslut, too— you just can’t trust anyone anymore.
Have you ever loved someone and falsely given them your trust? Tell us what happened at erinsammyawkward@gmail.com.
