Ever since I was a kid I had this crazy obsession with love-hate relationships. Ya know, the best friend you hate and love at the same time. And thanks to cheesy bollywood movies, I had this quintessential idea about these relationships.
- Always a best friends thing.
- Always a guy-girl thing.
- Always clichéd cheesy with peppy music numbers, possible partying all night and still ending up safe at home.
- One of them is always a nerd, the other one is the popular person because ‘opposites attract’, eh.
- One of them ends up falling hard and fast (whaddup earlier post reference).
This is where things change a little. It’s either of the two options.
- Both feel and fell the same way but never realized it.
- One of them just never saw the other one that way. Cue, awkward times. Cue, losing your best friend forever. Cue, just miserable.
So, that’s how I saw these relationships. And frankly, for no apparent reason, I loved the concept. Except the heartbreak part. Bleh. Let’s move past that one.
So, naturally, all my life, I waited for such a thing to waltz into my life.
Before I realized it’s all bullshit.
I called it.
These relationships only existed in movies. And what are movies after all, but figments of our fantasies.
Movies, as time evolved though, worked on these concepts, tweaking them a bit as they went. Modernizing, they called it.
And ‘love-hate’ became ‘can tolerate each other-hate’ relationships.
And I was fine with it. Until I realized those were demented as well. Not nearly as close to what it actually was.
As I began to then reassess the relationships I had with a lot of my guy pals, I realized where the error lay.
These relationships aren’t ‘can tolerate each other-hate’ ones. They’re ‘can tolerate each other-can tolerate each other’ ones.
Love and hate are so far gone. Nobody’s that extreme anymore.
Everyone likes the blasé definition.
I can’t decide if I like it or despise it.
I mean, yea blasé is kinda cool. Extreme is never cute. Ever heard, ‘now that’s a cute lookin’ emo. Imma ask her out.’
That’s what I thought.
No hate please.
But I think I miss the days when one could love and hate a person. When one could hug a person senseless and break an egg on his head with the same intensity.
The whole mature outlook to life can get seriously boring.