Love and Pizza
Love is like a pizza
One of my dearest friends called me during her lunch break, her relationship, which had started so happily, had been going sour and she was upset. Her guy had been acting strangely, talking roughly and voicing many complaints about her. He did not like her hair, or the way she dressed.
He did not like her attachment to her friends and family or her church. The list seemed to go on and on. Since she is such a good person, so kind and so sweet, so thoughtful of others and always eager to be a help and a listener, I was starting to get upset as she went on and on about what he said was wrong with her. At the end of the conversation she said “I do not want you to really read for me, I just want to know if he loves me?” I asked and got a firm “Yes.” She sounded happy and relieved. We hung up, her break was over.
I was now upset, how could he love her and treat her so badly? How could he start picking her apart for all the very things that had attracted him to her in the first place? And most of all how could I have heard a yes when his behavior was a no? I decided to ask about this.
I got a visual of a pizza and heard “What is this?” “It’s a pizza” I answered. Immediately I saw another pizza, it’s topping were different from the first pizza. “What is this?” I heard. “It’s a pizza” I again answered. This went on for a bit, I saw several pizzas’, most were round, some were square. There were so many different toppings and combinations of toppings. To each I said “It’s a pizza.” I was starting to get frustrated when I heard “Love is like a pizza.” Before I could protest that love seemed to have nothing to do with pizza, I heard “This is the pizza he has for her”. It was anchovy and was covered with onions and hot green peppers.
“She hates all those toppings” I said. I remembered how she once had chewed on a piece of onion, mixed in a salad and the result was not pretty. I thought I understood, he loved her but it was not a healthy, good-for-her, type of love.
I rushed to email her what I had learned. To my surprise she emailed me right back and said she did not understand. Why could she not pick off the offending toppings and just enjoy the rest of the pizza? Good question.
I asked and got a visual of how that pizza would look, empty, with a little sauce and bits of cheese. It was not appetizing at all.
I asked “What can she do?” and got a visual of a woman ordering a ham and pineapple pizza. When the waiter brought her the pizza it was covered with a mountain of meatballs. “I did not order this pizza” the woman said politely. The waiter apologizes and within a short time brings her the pizza she had ordered. She is happy. The person who had ordered the meatball pizza was happy to have the pizza they ordered. This was just a pizza mix-up.
There is no pizza (love) shortage. Pizzas’ (love) are all over the place. You do have to decide what ingredients you want. If your order seems misplaced, reorder. If your order is lacking an ingredient, keep reordering until you get exactly what you want.