If anyone was curious, that quote is from Avenue Q. And I feel it has vague associations to my following rant:
People are always griping about children out of wedlock, less families that are connected through marriage and the high divorce rate. And I think I'm starting to realize the source of the problem.
Attitude towards relationships and what's acceptable.
Hook-ups are becoming "no big" (in the words of my roommate), and sober hook-ups are even considered acceptable on some basis. It's aggravating where the goal of society is "Hooking up" because "Oh, I don't have 'time' for a relationship" or "relationships are trouble," or whatever other bull shit excuse people are trying to swallow.
Students (especially here at Rice) need to realize a healthy relationship means functioning primarily as friends. You don't need to be with your significant other 24/7. Hell, you don't even need to see them everyday. A healthy relationship relies on the ability to be apart as well as together. You don't need to be all over each other every time you're together. and if you communicate, drama doesn't happen as often.
The fact of the matter is we're just too deluded to realize this.
Also, lust and infatuation are not love. If you've been dating a few months you shouldn't even be thinking about marriage. Chances are if you're a teenager you won't marry the person you're currently dating. Just enjoy what you have while you have it. No need to be so serious.
The source of this rant (seeing as I don't recall giving this to anyone and if I did you're a person I'm close to and trust):
So there's this boy. We'll call him Sean for sake of safety.
I like Sean. Sean's a really good friend of mine. We've been flirty this semester but we're good friends. And while I like another guy, I've been finding myself liking Sean more and more.
Well, after a tough multivariable calculus exam, Sean and I decided to watch Fight Club since he had never seen it before. We cuddled a bit (not unusual for us) he pulled me into his arms (unusual) and once the movie was over, we started making out. (If you need clarification here, that obviously is beyond unusual).
After a fair amount of time, we I leave and go to bed. We don't really talk about what happened. The next day I'm freaking out because the fact of the matter is you don't hook up with a friend, especially while completely sober. But when I see Sean he gives me a hug and we talk like we normally do, as if nothing happened.
Sean and I go to the library to study for our chemistry exam. We get a study room and work. I'm so distracted by what happened yesterday I can't concentrate and act ADD. I stop studying. Sean's distracted by my goofiness. He plans on finishing a practice test and then leaving. He has his head on mine while working on his test, and when he finishes (after staring at it for a long while, his arm around my waist, tracing circles on my hand) he tosses it onto the desk. We make out again. We leave the library, having a normal conversation again. And go to bed.
Sean and I are planning on watching movie tonight again. And I have a feeling again this'll happen. And while I'm concerned about what it means, I'm not sure Sean is, or if he even cares.
Regardless, our failure to talk about it shows the acceptablity of the situation that I find so unpleasant.
So I guess, wish me luck, because I'm asking him about it tonight.
