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platonic or not: relationship contemplations

We are born into family. Then we meet more people. Some of those people become acquaintances. Some become friends. Some become really close friends. A select few end up as our romantic partners. Some of these relationships are short lived, quietly fading out. Others go out with a bang. Some relationships last longer then you ever thought they would and surprise you with their ability to overcome and the turns they take in the process.

I am interested in why relationships happen in these varying degrees. Right now, I am pondering three concepts:
1. Space & time
2. Mutual beneficialness and/or challenge in the right direction
3. Guilt, obligation, and getting lost

Space and time is huge. I’m here and you’re there. Is it easy to be friends, or does it require work? There is never enough time for everybody, so who makes the cut and why?

The second is the stickler for me. Its the make or break point. The be all and end all crown jewel. What I’m talking about is this: When we hang out, do we improve each other? Do we challenge each other to do the things we want to? Do we hold each other back or tell each other to jump?

When its not there, or when it fades, I tend to try and eek by on fuzzy memories of good times once had. Pretending like its just temporary and its not a big deal. But it is.

And the third- I am guilty of feeling guilty when I selfishly want to choose my own health and sanity over somebody else’s while potentially indirectly negatively affecting theirs. Obligation to what? To who? Why? And again, why? Ask those questions, seriously. And getting lost on someone else’s path. It’s fun for a while, tagging along, until you find yourself dropped, your sidekick MIA, off doing there own thing, and you’re left trying to find your path, only you left it so far back there that you aren’t even sure where to begin trying to find it again. It happens without even realizing it. I’m hoping I’ll get better at recognizing the point when the trail blazes are no longer my own.

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Mud is main blog writer extraordinaire, picture guru, and the garden and adventure instigator. She loves to cook, but doesn’t much like following a recipe. She also loves typewriters, the color turquoise, and wearing tie dye with stripes. And she dorks out on permies.com while dreaming up and planning her next garden.

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This entry was posted on September 5, 2010 by in Everything All in One Place.

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