So, what IS the difference between a guy and a girl being ,”just friends”, and being lovers or boyfriend/girlfriend?
There must be some difference, otherwise they shouldn’t have different titles.
Of course many people would say sex is a big determining factor, although there are couples who don’t have sex, but they are “waiting” for the sex. Surely there are no “couples” who plan to never have sex, right? Yes, of course.
So, sex. It renames relationships. Some people see sex as the definition of
being in a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, where the first moment of sex instantly transforms the relationship. For some people, this is where it mutates into something dark and ugly, and I can’t stand it.
With some people, being in a relationship means that now you can get yelled at. Getting yelled at doesn’t usually happen in ,”just friends”, relationships. If people are sexual, that can sometimes mean you are now “supposed to be somewhere every night”. There is an “understood” schedule. A bond of accountability. If one were to, say, decide to stay at a friend’s house, they are required to call their mate to let them know.
Of course, this can seen as common courtesy as well. It seems natural for non-sexual roommates to let the other know what they’re up to, but I guess that varies greatly depending on the relationship.
I can’t be yelled at. I can’t be scolded. I can’t be responsible for someone else’s emotions. I can’t be harrassed. I can’t be asked to be accountable for things I write in private. I can’t be asked to feel bad for doing things without the other person.
With some relationships, it seems that to stop the sex puts an end to all the bad things. Who in their right mind would tolerate such behavior? Who would trade their freedom and peace for sex? Some people make prostitution seem like a great idea.
Look, if stopping sex will stop all this insanity, then that’s a no-brainer.
I can’t be yelled at. I trust myself, so I can’t live under a set of rules based on me being untrustworthy. In other words, I refuse to pretend I’m untrustworthy. I can’t live a life of enforced monagomy. You either trust me one hundred percent or you go find someone you can trust. I happen to be monagamous, so deal with it. I don’t feel required to prove it. I’m not going to agree to have a camera man follow me around all day to satisy your need to know I’m not fucking someone else.
My life doesn’t revolve around ,” Who’s fucking who”. Or, ” Who’s fucking me?”.
I don’t give a fuck about fuck. Fuck can go fuck itself. Who am I fucking? When are they gonna fuck? Who gets fucked next? Who fucked in here? Who do you wanna fuck? Why did they not fuck? Fuck? Huh,fuck? When’s the next fuck gonna happen? Who did you used to fuck? Did we just fuck? How the fuck did that fuck happen? Who’s fucking? Me fucking? You fucking? They fucking? Did they fuck in a box? Will you fuck in a box? On a plane? In a train? When do I get fucked? Am I getting fucked? Fuck what? Fuck when? You fuck? Hey, look, two dogs fucking, well, fuck!
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck-her-ass fuck fuck fuck! Shut the fuck up with your goddamm fuck! Okay, you stupid fucking FUCK!
Someone not being able to even imagine another person not being completely controlled by who they’re going to fuck is a sign of some sort of disorder.
They can’t even imagine it.
The idea is a vague foggy legend, just words, a mind bending paradox that simply won’t compute.
” You want to have sex. You can’t deny it. You’re just saying you don’t out of some sick desire to torture me. You’ll surely be having sex with somebody else real soon.”.
The truth is I do actually like sex.
Maybe I’m a mean person. Maybe I’m dishonest.
Maybe I’m addicted to disappointing people. Maybe I’m all screwed up.
Maybe I’m scared.
Maybe I just want to be alone a little more than the average person. Maybe I love being alone most of the time and prefer being around other people as more of a garnish rather than the appetizer, main course and desert.
Maybe I think you should be alone to figure things out for yourself.
