Sociology isn’t a mixology. Is it? Mixing humans, taking the desired features from each couple, is an arduous task. Changing the will of God for the will of your worldly desires is a dangerous thing, building a community outside of anyone’s will is a very serious task to consider. It is like the analogy of stealing a bike. The person who wrote that analogy down knew well that God wouldn’t answer his prayers when he wanted a bike, so he stole one and asked for forgiveness.
A black man married a white woman, a white woman married a black man. Although they meet their ends by marriage, they both had different dreams. The black man dreamt of a daughter like her, fair as golden wheat fields when the white woman dreamt of a son like him, dark as cacao seeds. Eventually they both had a different dream otherwise they would never engage in each other’s life. They would not confess their love. They would stick to people of their kind. If the black man desired a black son, he would stick to a black woman, and if the white woman desired a white daughter, she would stick to a white man.
Narcissus was interested in his own image. Corruptor was interested in destroying someone else’s image. Both ways are extremely dangerous.
The danger is always under the question of whether you find someone who compliments your weaknesses or improves your strength. In the fundamental it is about whether you both love eating a banana or if one of you doesn’t like it at all. If you both love a banana, from shops you will more likely buy bananas and eat bananas together. But if one of you doesn’t like a banana, there comes a separation when the interests do not match. Or does it? It may also be that what you don’t like is what your partner loves. In that case, there is a perfect chance of distributing things based on the likes and no one will be offended. Maybe she likes pickles when you hate them. And when both are offered you will give your portion to her to make her feel happier when she will give you her banana to make you feel satisfied. In this way you face no danger even when you do things differently. She loves the soft part of the bread and you love its crust. You share equally without a waste.
The question of finding someone like you or different unlike you is always a serious question. This is the core of how you build your community. If it is too similar can be a conflict or if it is too different can also be a conflict. Things we fear can make us feel in love and the things we love can make us get scared. Mixing races or sticking to your kind/race. Mixing cultures or sticking to your way/standards. Mixing is a challenging task, not every mixologist can shuffle right amount of liquids altogether to create a perfect drink. How much harder it is to mix human liquids! One cocktail can make you feel in heaven when the other can turn your day into a nightmare. How hard of a task it is to choose a partner! And I am not a good judge, I am a good forgiver.
In my plot, the situation is like the English and Turkish in my head. There is a constant conflict of power in between them. They have different strengths and weaknesses. They resemble different colours, shapes, and norms in my mind. They have difficulties in expressing different means. In Turkish love is dramatic, complex, based on a deep meaning, and private. In English love is expressing your emotions directly, courageous but fancy, and public. The more language I learn the more I become but I am also divided, like empires. Unless these two languages collapse into one another naturally and form a unified cultural identity, how else can it be resolved? Only a romantic story of a couple can help me overcome my strained feelings…
In my writings, I am the authority. I really am. I decide on things, and I apply them in my life. All my writings are a life changing experience for me as an author, they are my own invocations. And so, my lover should be my perfect reader. She should get what I am thinking. An aware bonding and a mind reading skills are required. She must be a prophetess without knowing she is one, otherwise, she would look too arrogant. Do you get what I mean? I hope I don’t sound arrogant when I say these because I am asking a lot. I know I am asking a lot. I question everything on a regular basis and fit them into the narrative of my mind. Only this way I can be playful against the destructive side of life.
My lover must end my writings, period my plots with her blood. She must teach me to live together. As a result, I confess that my plot needs a professional mixologist. She must be my editor, not in the sense of fixing my writings. She must touch my heart and change my cold and distanced narrative from seeking her in these pages to feeling glad, warm and close to being with her. Do you know how hard that task is? Do you understand how thick the icy walls are between me and the society I interact with? Only a successful one can become the successor. She has to steal my heart by piercing the ice then ask my forgiveness out of her courtesy. Then I will start sharing our dreams in my pages instead of my own.
For now, my dreams are all written down for her to master me. If she reads what I wrote, she can trace me fully to find what I hid, my tressure/my heart. She can be my inspector. She can be my scientist. She can be my cardiologist. Mixing all the hints and clues all together to get me by tricking my heart with love, using my bait to her advantage to catch me with the same bait I am using to find her. In the end, the food I am attaching to the end of the fishing rod is the food I love to eat.
Only this way, she can have a word over me. She can create anything she wants to be, like an author. From all my books it is clear what she has to be. All freedom is given to her. The will to create her dangers through an oath of our love will be our adventure if she is creative. In the end, having a relationship is a dangerous mission. A lifetime hardship. A fellowship. It is to drink from the same chalice of love, respect and loyalty. Sharing secrets in virgin lands of the world, manifesting our truthful love in special ways. Mixing our sexual liquids, forming a new life. It is a serious task, this creation of us. The plot is our sociology, building a family that is free from all the wills of others. That serves only to us. This story we write and share with the world is a drink of life, Sucan. She is our children, and you are my taste in life. Your coming to me is my most beautiful social change. From isolation to your company.