Relationship Confusion
Apr. 16th, 2006 04:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
foxgrrlEvery few years, I will meet someone, whom I want to accompany me to dance parties, and the beach, and cross-country trips, and to introduce to everyone I meet, and to snuggle with at night...
and to dance in the pale moonlight...
and to run through the woods with fairy wings on our backs...
and to jump up on the tables in cafes, screaming gibberish at the tourists...
Whenever I think of them I get butterflies in my stomach. And whenever I touch them, the physical pain stops, and I am filled with warmth.
when they are sad, I want to make them happy...
when they hurt, I want to make them well...
when I am sad, I want them with me...
when I am happy, I want them with me...
Is this just a friendship, or something else?
[I did not intend for this to be just directed to you, Nyah. Aimee told me yesterday that, she didn't want to be my girlfriend anymore, and that we should just be good friends. So, I'm not 'officially' in a relationship with anyone as of now.]
Aren't the words: "Friend", "Boyfriend", and "Girlfriend", just arbitrary labels created by this society, which dictates who and how you can associate with people? Is there some kind of ISO standard for a "Girlfriend" that I am not aware of? I never dated anyone in High School, so I never learned all of the courtship rituals of: "First you do $foo, then you are $bar. Next you do $buz, then you are officially $qux... If $squee happens, then you go back to being $squibble."
I've been getting older my entire life, and someday I'll reach the end of it. I'm already starting to regret not saying the words I wish I could have told people when I had the chance... Before either of us has died. Impulsively, I called my father on the phone yesterday (I hadn't spoken to him for a while). He was visiting New Mexico to be with an old family freind who had just had a brain tumor removed. I was quite surprised when he told me that: "Some people think that the goal of life is to work alot and make alot of money. They're wrong; The goal of life is to have as much fun as possible, for as long as possible." I wish I could tell him how much I love him.
and to dance in the pale moonlight...
and to run through the woods with fairy wings on our backs...
and to jump up on the tables in cafes, screaming gibberish at the tourists...
Whenever I think of them I get butterflies in my stomach. And whenever I touch them, the physical pain stops, and I am filled with warmth.
when they are sad, I want to make them happy...
when they hurt, I want to make them well...
when I am sad, I want them with me...
when I am happy, I want them with me...
Is this just a friendship, or something else?
[I did not intend for this to be just directed to you, Nyah. Aimee told me yesterday that, she didn't want to be my girlfriend anymore, and that we should just be good friends. So, I'm not 'officially' in a relationship with anyone as of now.]
Aren't the words: "Friend", "Boyfriend", and "Girlfriend", just arbitrary labels created by this society, which dictates who and how you can associate with people? Is there some kind of ISO standard for a "Girlfriend" that I am not aware of? I never dated anyone in High School, so I never learned all of the courtship rituals of: "First you do $foo, then you are $bar. Next you do $buz, then you are officially $qux... If $squee happens, then you go back to being $squibble."
I've been getting older my entire life, and someday I'll reach the end of it. I'm already starting to regret not saying the words I wish I could have told people when I had the chance... Before either of us has died. Impulsively, I called my father on the phone yesterday (I hadn't spoken to him for a while). He was visiting New Mexico to be with an old family freind who had just had a brain tumor removed. I was quite surprised when he told me that: "Some people think that the goal of life is to work alot and make alot of money. They're wrong; The goal of life is to have as much fun as possible, for as long as possible." I wish I could tell him how much I love him.
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Date: 2006-04-17 10:33 am (UTC)Wow, now an innocent crush seems really creepy. I wonder if I should see a shrink about this. Maybe they can give me some kind of drug to make me stop loving. Then I can focus on a life-long dead-end career of middle management.
... or not.
After reading that, I'm now afraid to think about "the limerent object".