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I've been pondering something in recent times, and I'm going to voice it here. A quick note to anyone reading this. If it feels like it's about you, it probably is, but it's not a bad thing, so shut up.
Ok, here it is. I've been mulling over whether or not the blog thing has, at least in a sense, changed something very fundamental about the way relationships are handled. There was a time, when you first met someone, that you had all these feelings of giddiness, of newness, of adventure in the fact that the person is unexplored territory, that you are incredibly intrigued by them, and things seem to be going swimmingly.
See, back in the day, you had those thoughts (Everyone does, I don't care who you are.), and that was it. Eventually the new wears off (It always does, I don't care who you are.), and things settle into a sort of pattern, if you will. It becomes familiar. The disagreements and arguments start to show up (Every couple argues, I don't care who you are.), and the photograph is definitely less glossy than when it was first developed. The scratches and nicks and discolorations start to change the picture a bit, if you will. But here's the difference.
These days, blogs have given people a place to broadcast all those things that we all think when it's all happy and fun and new. The way they make us feel, how everything feels right, how they fuck us like no one else, etc.
You see, before the advent of free online publishing for the masses, there was really only one person who heard all this shit. Your best friend. They heard it all, and depending on who you were, they either exalted with you, or rolled their eyes and waited until it all wore off and you went in search of the next new super-happy-fun-time person. Either way, that was it.
Now, everyone gets to hear. The feelings that you're not so sure you should even be feeling at this point, are being put out there for everyone to see. I can remember several instances in my personal experience where everything was new and I had those same thoughts. "This could be the one. I can't wait til the next time I see her. God she does that so good! I think I love her!!" The thing is, though, I never put it out for everyone to see. I figure that maybe I handle it this way, and perhaps many people handled it this way in the past, because there was less chance of losing face when it all fell apart.
Now this is not to say that I believe anyone currently saying these types of things (And there are a lot. It's the nature of the beast.) is setting themselves up for the pain when it all falls apart. Not in the least. It just brings me to my real question in all of this.
Does the repetition of this behavior begin to cheapen what used to be so special about those feelings? Does it begin to take something from the way you used to feel, swelling up on the inside with the tingling of something you and only you knew? Does it erase the existence of that feeling that you absolutely had to tell your friends for the first time, that you were about to explode if you didn't get it out and let those closest to you know what was going on? It's just something that makes me wonder.
Now for those of you who believe this is about you in some way (And as I said, it probably is.), don't feel that I am slighting how you feel in any way. I believe that all are entitled to happiness, and you have to find it where you can. If it comes in the form of the way he blows little spit bubbles when he sleeps, or the way she knows just how to squeeze your nuts when you're about to blow, then that's good enough by me.
Hell... everyone likes a nice squeeze every now-and-again.
Good day, folks!
Ok, here it is. I've been mulling over whether or not the blog thing has, at least in a sense, changed something very fundamental about the way relationships are handled. There was a time, when you first met someone, that you had all these feelings of giddiness, of newness, of adventure in the fact that the person is unexplored territory, that you are incredibly intrigued by them, and things seem to be going swimmingly.
See, back in the day, you had those thoughts (Everyone does, I don't care who you are.), and that was it. Eventually the new wears off (It always does, I don't care who you are.), and things settle into a sort of pattern, if you will. It becomes familiar. The disagreements and arguments start to show up (Every couple argues, I don't care who you are.), and the photograph is definitely less glossy than when it was first developed. The scratches and nicks and discolorations start to change the picture a bit, if you will. But here's the difference.
These days, blogs have given people a place to broadcast all those things that we all think when it's all happy and fun and new. The way they make us feel, how everything feels right, how they fuck us like no one else, etc.
You see, before the advent of free online publishing for the masses, there was really only one person who heard all this shit. Your best friend. They heard it all, and depending on who you were, they either exalted with you, or rolled their eyes and waited until it all wore off and you went in search of the next new super-happy-fun-time person. Either way, that was it.
Now, everyone gets to hear. The feelings that you're not so sure you should even be feeling at this point, are being put out there for everyone to see. I can remember several instances in my personal experience where everything was new and I had those same thoughts. "This could be the one. I can't wait til the next time I see her. God she does that so good! I think I love her!!" The thing is, though, I never put it out for everyone to see. I figure that maybe I handle it this way, and perhaps many people handled it this way in the past, because there was less chance of losing face when it all fell apart.
Now this is not to say that I believe anyone currently saying these types of things (And there are a lot. It's the nature of the beast.) is setting themselves up for the pain when it all falls apart. Not in the least. It just brings me to my real question in all of this.
Does the repetition of this behavior begin to cheapen what used to be so special about those feelings? Does it begin to take something from the way you used to feel, swelling up on the inside with the tingling of something you and only you knew? Does it erase the existence of that feeling that you absolutely had to tell your friends for the first time, that you were about to explode if you didn't get it out and let those closest to you know what was going on? It's just something that makes me wonder.
Now for those of you who believe this is about you in some way (And as I said, it probably is.), don't feel that I am slighting how you feel in any way. I believe that all are entitled to happiness, and you have to find it where you can. If it comes in the form of the way he blows little spit bubbles when he sleeps, or the way she knows just how to squeeze your nuts when you're about to blow, then that's good enough by me.
Hell... everyone likes a nice squeeze every now-and-again.
Good day, folks!