Why is it that romantic love is valued so much more than platonic/’friendship’ love?
Don’t give me that “lol it’s biology” bull shit, either. Why are people “just friends” rather than friends? Why is romantic love automatically granted so much more weight and importance? Why do characters in films seem to so rarely have a circle as close friends AS WELL as a romantic interest? And if they do, why do are they automatically side lined the instant a potential lover comes into the picture?
I know we have instincts, desires, drives telling us to procreate and start a family, but it bothers me so much that society keeps sending out this message that finding love is the key to happiness. Fuck that shit. That’s something else I hate about all this “friend zoned” nonsense. So you have feelings for someone and they don’t return them. That sucks, I get it, I’ve been there (heaven forbid! It doesn’t only happen to men!). But didn’t you have feelings for this person because they were cool/interesting/into the same kinds of things as you are? Wouldn’t you be absolutely thrilled to have them as a friend if you weren’t attracted to them? Isn’t it ultimately better, considering that now you’re much more certain to keep them in your life and avoid hating them one day down the life? Kissing, sex, holding hands, the unique brand of intimacy romantic relationships grant us - they’re all really lovely. But the connections we form with friends over the years are too, and they involve far less risk and sacrifice. I can’t really imagine any boy/man meaning as much to me as my oldest, closest friend.
I don’t know. I’m tired and not articulating myself properly. Something along these lines is brewing in my head as a story of some description. Hopefully it’ll eventually surface and let me figure out what I’m trying to say.
What happened?
It seems that everyone has forced themselves into a miserable sort of comfort when it comes to ‘now’, at least in terms of relationships, of friendships.
We’re so disconnected.
At what level of being some one’s acquaintance is it appropriate to expect some one to tell you how they really are? At what point can you tell them what’s in your head, or is it safer to just direct them to your blog and have them form some favourable interpretation of you?
I don’t know what I’m saying. This was all such an eloquently phrased distraction in my head and now it’s gone.
Are we so isolated and insecure that only through the defence, the armour of a computer screen and liquor can we open up to one who’s not already a close friend?
I don’t remember how I made my friends, let alone how we shifted from fair weather friends to ones who could share and understand each other. I don’t remember any break through moments where we realised we were similar enough to be truthful. Was there a singular moment? Could there ever be a way to induce such a moment at will? Do people just not have as much to say as I’d like to believe they do?
