A creative view of cheating

Lately, I found myself thinking about what may push people to cheat. Usually, it is said the cause is biology, discontent, frustration, and unhappiness, but it crossed my mind it may be about something very different.

Let’s say there is a girl having the perfect relationship, where she has the almost perfect man. The subject is someone intelligent, caregiving, attentive, a family man and he takes care of all kinds of problems (the kind of man we could rename the “fixer”). In all this perfection there is a problem, only one, even small for some points of view: there is not the flame of passion, there is not that sensation that takes your breath away, no flies in your stomach. This couple may still have sex, nice, smooth but certainly not so passionate and intense as you can say talking about the dream relationship.

I have never cheated. And I used to despise those who cheat. I used to think that nothing in the world could have ever possibly justified such a horrific gesture. I have always thought that after all, if someone feels the need to cheat, that someone should be honest and leave the person who was sharing his/her life with. Feeling the need to be with someone else in my view meant the end of the need to be with the original partner.

But then, thinking about that girl with the perfect relationship, I realized something. Why all those people in an almost perfect relationship should give up all those magnificent things? For passion? For sex? For the promise of a night, month, year to remember? How is it that the person who gives you chills is always a pain in the ass? An artist with no clue of life or a soul looking for himself/herself or in desperate need to spend most of its days alone to be creative? People want to have it all. We need the strong certainty of a real relationship and the passionate feeling of great love.

I have to say that every time I have followed that kind of passion (when I was single or better, I was by myself, literally) I ended up all alone suffering, a lot. Is it worth it? I don’t know. I love to write about these kinds of love in my books. I love to think real love exists and that out there there is a special person for everyone; someone capable of caring and passion at the same time. The real problem is that most of us do not get that chance. Most of us end up with someone almost perfect, always looking out the window, always listening to sad songs, and watching moving movies. Could it be a matter of heart or science than? To continue the species it may be better to share your life with someone almost perfect? or evolution is telling us is time to decide for ourselves? I guess we’ll never know. In the meantime, I’d like to think the best way is the one where no one suffers or maybe is the one where everyone loves. To love can only make the world a better place. So let’s keep loving, one day we may understand even who!