Love is messy business

Platonic love is underrated. This is what I told a friend of mine who had just broken up, to comfort her. Don't we always struggle with that special person whom we really really love, but don't know if we're meant to be friends or lovers? What is it with being lovers that is so attractive anyway?

It's rarely ever the physical intimacy.
Is it the whole social girlfriend/boyfriend thing?
Maybe it's attention. Or respect.

Friendships are so often taken for granted. You crave attention and respect, but you never get it because, hell, "We're just friends, right?". This leads to a logical fork. Do you put up with these limitations and re-adjust your expectations, or do you make it more than just a friendship?

Is it worth it?

I don't think it is. I don't get why rational people do this to themselves, put themselves through the pain of romance. And it almost never works out. Romance crashes more often than Windows ME.

And yet people keep falling into this same old trap. Girl and boy. Share interests. Find each other charming. Carefully build up friendship for months. Move on up to Stage II. Crash. Unable to look each other in the eye again.

And you do this over and over again. I've seen some beautiful friendships fall apart because, apparently, whatever they had going for them wasn't enough.

Part of life? Self-destructive behaviour? I really don't know.

A farcical end to a farcical semester

Why do lecturers insist on doing this to us? Giving us assignments that fall so out of our scope of knowledge that we're left with no option but to steal shamelessly. Maybe this is about shame. Maybe this is to condition us, to make us understand the grim reality that we'll probably never write an original block of code in our lives.

Meh. I know the world turns regardless. Life goes on without so much as a second glance. We're the lucky ones. We have the luxury of pecking down a few words in protest before having some lunch and, if you're lucky like me, pudding.