Anonymous

Diary
2002-02-07 17:13:42 (UTC)

On long distance relationships

The general consensus is that love is a good thing. A
grave thing.

I'm not cynical.

Love is something that comes, goes, leaves little wisps
of memory...

Smells
--CK1: I remember you...wafting, breezing, left
behind in tidbits after hugs, kisses, clinging onto my
clothes, smelling you long after you left.


I am definitely not cynical. I met someone who seems
special...but it can't work. We're "too young" maybe. Cruel
Intentions was a horribly cheesy movie.

It's sad at we have such an ageist society.

Anyway, any meaning I give our relationship is rendered
meaningless by peoples' preconceived notions of
relationships in general. Being sixteen, most older
people view me as undeveloped, immature--not without
good reason, of course. I mean, I stll watch Dragonball
Z. But it's so inherently unjust, such a cruel, cruel
stigma society gives young relationships. I'm nothing.
We're nothing.

See, it's patently unfair, because being young, having
those turbulent, exaggerated emotions--this creates the
perfect, fertile breeding ground for love. The situation is
almost too perfect, too planned out! For instance, when
you're a teenager, you don't have bills to pay, kids to
watch, responsibilities to bear. All you have to do is
come home once in a while to each dinner with the
family. You're watched over, taken care of. And
emotionally, you're constantly vying for attention, longing
for love. When you find love, puppy love as they call it,
sparks literally fly. Even less reasoning now, you
become caught up in relationships, losing yourself in
situations you have no control over.

You lose your virginity.

In the end, what happens? In the end, after horrendous
Romeo-and-Juliet type dramas, what happens? You're
faced with the socially mandated cruel separation.
Either you're incessantly told by your elders and betters
that a relationship at your age is just unfeasible, or
you're faced with the brutality of college, where all love,
all relationships end because society claims you'll
meet bigger people, better people, in college. But once
you get there, isn't everyone still the same? Maybe
there are more interesting people, but aren't you left to
grope in the dark, flounder your way through four years
of education and more solitary years after that, of young
adulthood, until finally, maybe at the age of
twenty-seven, you meet someone you think you can
spend the rest of your life with, though ultimately your
high expectations of love are let down? We all think that
maybe in college, or maybe after, we'll meet the Brad
Pitt or JLo of our youthful dreams. But in the end, where
do our dreams go?

Love is overrated, but sex...that's a thought for another
day.




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