In which I say a whole lot about nothing...

Today, I spent a lot of time dealing with relationships. And, to be honest, it's a little overwhelming.

Don't get too excited, I have friends who read my blog, so I'm not going to name drop or anything. But I was blocked trying to write on my new(ish) story, and couldn't seem to get any editing done on the other precious that has been claiming my attention.

I don't believe in writers' block, but I had all of this information swimming around in my head and couldn't get anything substantially helpful written. Right, enough with my circular explanations, on to the point.

I dealt with three types of relationships today: happy, wishful, and fictional.

Relationship type #1: Happy and Stable

I spent over an hour listening to a friend of mine talk about how happy she is with her new boyfriend and how she thinks she is falling in love with him. It was all very touching. Really, it was. I mean, I love her and I did (technically) say that I didn't mind hearing her gush, but come on. I am truly glad that you are happy with your bf. I can see that you are on the point of giddiness. And I except that. (Which is a hard thing for me to do.) But you told me the exact same thing last Thursday sans a few details.

Congrats on you happy, now I think that I am going to go back to stressing over minor things and dealing with others that aren't quite as stable as you. Pardon me...

Which brings us to Relationship type #2: Wishful

I have a lot of friends. And they are mostly high school girls. Which means that they are destined to have a new crush every three months. I can't blame them for that, it's all those hormones and genetic probability. Unfortunately, as I am seen as the most emotionally stable (but also detached), I get the wonderful pleasure of listening to every. single. one.

And lately, there seems to be an excess number of times that I have deal with you wishing that X-guy notices you. In general, I can handle most of this. But the thing that really got me today was when I almost made one of clichéd bored, best friend comments about, I didn't. I was nice and held my tongue. This seemed to bother [name redacted]. She kept insisting that I tell her what I was thinking. I did not though because in the long run I knew that if I did, bad things would have happened. (Look Mum I'm learning to filter what I say.)

Moral of the story is that during this entire time (and many other times when I have to listen to friends moon after guys) I kept wanting to scream "RAWR! I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU HAVE A CRUSH, BUT IS IT AT ALL POSSIBLE TO TALK ABOUT IT WITHOUT GETTING STARRY EYED AND SOUNDING DESPERATE?"

Then again, some might argue that I'm insensitive and a horrible person. I would argue back that they need to ¡cállate!


Relationship #3: Fictional


I like this relationships the most because the characters end up with who I want them to end up with and generally do what I tell them to.

When they don't we get into heated arguments that they usually win.

But at least they will listen when I tell them to shut up and go take a nap.

When the characters don't want to do that I threaten to kill them off later on, terribly breaking their romantic interests heart, but I don't care because I'm just their cold, detached author who makes them up in my head.

Most of my characters with do what I plan out for them.

That is why I like fiction more than reality. Though it may also be why people legitimately think I am crazy.

THE END

P.S. I swear I have a caring heart somewhere but sometimes the love is suppressed by all of the layers of stress, exhaustion, and cynicism.
I'm off to do some happy writing now.