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By ARTSHARKS ARTHouse

The timeless question, a query that’s been around at least nearly as long as the issue concerned. The issue being love; the query being fidelity.

Observing fellow humans—near and dear, or far and distant—I discover that there’s no one motivation or reasoning for infidelity, just as there isn’t one perfect way to love. The former is a matter of nature and nurture both, I think; a fusion of inborn tendencies and then external influences. So I guess you could say it’s both in the DNA and in the upbringing of a man or woman.

I heard somewhere the alarming statistics. 49% of women will commit infidelity in their lifetime. 51% will not. The staggering near-perfect halving of that chilled me when I heard it, and I refused to believe it. Anyway, the study never mentioned how many men were faithful or not. But my friend brought up an interesting point.

He said bad boys can be tamed by good girls—it’s in the internal hard-drive of a man to want to please a woman, and if it comes down to that, a woman decides if a man is a party animal or a homebody. But bad girls can be tamed by no one else. This seems a paradox of the stereotypical nurturing selfless portrayal of woman. These women, instead, want to please no one but themselves.

It’s a sad, sad circumstance that “forces” a person to commit infidelity. I’ve seen with my own eyes, kind-hearted and sweet souls around me cheating. At least, I’d though them kind. I’d though them sweet. Until my perception of their selfishness tainted my rosy glasses. Despite it all, I still loved them, some of them. You don’t have to be a bad person to cheat, just as you don’t have to be a bad person to kill.

But there is a difference. Sometimes it’s just a matter of the wrong place at the wrong time. You may be forced to kill someone in defense or in combat. But forced to cheat? Unlikely. You fall far, far down in my view. In fact, you’re plummeting. You’re that stone knocked into the abyss, and no matter how long I listen I won’t hear you touch the interminable bottom.

Exceptions? There are always exceptions. Why make up a word like exceptions unless we’ve cause to describe something with it? There could be exceptions. But mostly, for me—and guess which side of the halving scale you’ll find me—they are faithless. They are the meaning of the word infidel. This, then, is the proper definition. One without faith. Not a stranger, not someone of a different faith or culture or following. A person naked of fidelity. A person pushed to the brink, to the edge of the abyss, and, if unrepentant, is falling as we speak.

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