They say love makes you go crazy. I wouldn’t know about that. Most of my committed friends still seem sane to me but yes, there is a major difference I see in people after they get into a relationship from before they got into it. It’s the overload of corn and cheese! Yep, and not being a great fan of either of these doesn’t do me much good.
They say ‘Tess, you need to fall in love to understand!’ Ya ya, I get it. You’ve finally found the one, s/he who makes the best in you come out; you know this is what you had been waiting for your entire life. See, I don’t even have an argument here but all I’m trying to put across is that it’s annoying how people who you’ve always known to be level-headed, simple and the no-nonsensical types suddenly turn into love-emitting, emotion-radiating, sugar-vomiting idiots leaving you to wonder why you became friends with them in the first place.
When two of my very good friends started dating each other I was really happy, you know. I used to love spending time with them but the day they started dating, their behaviour changed so much that today I cannot think of spending more than a couple of hours with them in a coffee shop. Even in these two hours at least about ninety minutes are spent in these two love-birds calling each other coodle-names (fine, I invented that term but you get the point right?). Please go ahead but not in my presence! As much as I still love spending time with them individually, being with both of them simultaneously is like attending a cheese fest- the one that specialises in Cheddar.
I don’t think I’ve mentioned my Sistahs before, my very own Sisterhood of Peripatetic Pajamas. I consists of me (of course), Jane, Chaddi (yeah, we call her that) and (go)Nads (Nadia). When one of these started dating, she seriously cut down on 90% of the time she spent with us. Annoyed as we were, we slyly started hoping that she’d stop dating this guy. Hey, friends should come first right? Ok, if not first, at least don’t ignore them. Now that they’re no longer together, she’s back in the group again…not like she had ever left us :P But there, this is what I really hate. In the process of being there for your partner some people completely forget their friends. How difficult is it to learn to strike a balance. As for some (like Chaddi) who know how to manage both worlds, I salute you guys. Think about it, you may get to spend your entire life with your respective partners but your friends won’t hang around for long if you ignore them. And yes, love will keep you alive, so you may think, but when the goings get tough friends are the ones you would want to turn to and you’d be lonely if you don’t find any at that point of time.
So yes, what I’m trying to get at is that, if you’re my friend and wish for my mental well-being then do not in my presence kiss, be cheesy, call coodle-names, feel each other up or do anything of the sort that would make me feel like taking the closest garbage dump and empty the contents on your heads. Holding hands however I would tolerate…that’s quite cute. And ya, corny is cute at times. Just don’t overdo it :)
