Technically speaking, Gizmo, is a mogwai. That’s what you call them when they’re cute and fluffy and furby and shmooshy. If you expose a mogwai to sunlight, it will die. If you get a mogwai wet, they painfully multiply into lots of mogwai. Now, if you feed a mogwai after midnight, that’s when the fun begins. They form cocoons and emerge as evil reptilian versions of themselves, called gremlins, leaving murder and mischief in their wake. Love reminds me a lot of these creatures. If you’re vigilant and you give it the constant nurturing it demands, and you keep it away from the things that are bad for it, then you’ll be pretty much on the okay side. But once you become lazy with your duties and you become careless, then you let your guard down and you start making mistakes. Love can’t care for itself, you gotta put in the work. Before you know it, you’re feeding it with the wrong stuff, and you have on your hands a monster ball of pubes (okay, okay, gremlins aren’t furry, they’re scaly. I just wanted an excuse to write the word pubes). I just find it weird that love is like that. Sometimes all it takes is the smallest detail to spell the difference between cuddly and demonic. Only problem is, unlike gremlins, love isn’t in the realm of fantasy. It’s something that could potentially mean a lifetime state of bliss, or a life sentence of hard labor. It’s a knee-slapping riot to see those creatures wreak havoc on some mythical village up on the silver screen, but it ain’t so funny when the mayhem is playing out on a daily basis in that real town called, “mylifesville”. The light at the end of poop chute though, is that unlike the critters in the movie, the capriciousness of love is reversible. Jekyll/Hyde, Bruce Banner/Hulk, mogwai/gremlin, or whatever your pop reference may be, it’s basically the duality of everything in life. Love is neither more of one nor more of the other. It’s a buy one, take one deal, and it’s really up to the people concerned as to which one they’ll have to deal with more often. Love can either fill the canyons in your soul, or it can have you staring at the great abyss that your life has become.