A famous man once said “a famous man once said ‘what is love, don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more.’”

That’s an excellent question, Mr. Haddaway.  Let’s discuss the premise.

Well, I’m sure if I were raised in the 60’s, we’d have the same idea here, and everything would be fantastic.  We’d probably have some real nice conversations.

Of course, this isn’t the case.  I was born in ‘94.  Plastic age.  Nothing is real anymore.  I grew up thinking that the whole concept of love was one that failed miserably due to some pretty terrible happenings, but reflecting on this, I now realize that this makes about as much sense as having eaten really terrible apples for a lifetime, never once realizing they were oranges.

I realize now that these people didn’t have love, they just had a really strong mutual desire to fuck one another’s brains out.

Forethought: If I was a well-read spaceman looking at earth for the first time, I’d think what this ‘love’ is was actually a virus that had been almost completely eradicated by the human race, now only kept in small quantities for experimental purposes in the high-security bowels of the USAMRIID.

Effectively, what we have in relationships now just isn’t what it’s supposed to be.  We have countless couples waiting in line to be messed with and thrown around for nought, burning into ashes of alcohol and depression.  Were distrust marketable, we’d be able to make enough profit off of the romantic sector alone so as to be able to feed the population of at least three different third-world nations.

We have people who get on really well with another, but are brought down by the bleak social asymptote called the friend zone.  We have people who can get into relationships and be the best they can be, but for some reason are stuck with somebody who takes them for granted, or with friends who put them down for it.  These problems are chiefly due to a whole bunch of people who have no goddamn idea how social issues work out.

See, people group with other people; namely, like people.  This is the whole concept behind association with people you can get along with in every sort of relationship, platonic or romantic.  This is where the first buck stops: if you’re in a relationship with someone only because they’re physically attractive, stop reading this and go sort your life out.

Along with this, we all have personalities that stick to us throughout life.  People don’t change, seem it as they may- it’s more of an aging process; not unlike cheese or fine wine, we mature as we sit out in a warm, dry room for years on end, being ignored until we’ve reached our peaks and are now ready to be harvested.

Well, the first part of that applied, anyway.

Effectively, this means that people won’t really be completely indiscernible from their past selves as long as they haven’t had some sort of blow to the head that forced them to start from scratch.  You will always appreciate being around old friends (provided they didn’t turn out to be somebody completely different), you will always fall for the same characters, and you sure as hell can’t steal other people’s friends.

Now, second buck is grinding to a halt: if you find yourself in some sort of relationship where you do have reasonable feelings for somebody regardless of the poison you’re drinking, stop reading and cut the poison off at its source.  Sort your life out and consult who you need to.  You’ll feel better about yourself.

To those of you who remain, I offer you kudos of the highest caliber.  Keep on keepin’ on.

Effectively, what I’m getting at here is that society (or at least the vast majority of it) seems to have lost sight of what’s actually important, instead going for whoever is the richest, or the strongest, or owns the most oxen, or has the hugest tracts of land.  Society fails to realize that the only reasonable meaning of life is to help other people, and that relationships are for being there for others who can support and complement you; people who you can not only live with, but can’t live without; people who you can spend a lifetime with without harboring a growing intrinsic feeling of wanting to stab somebody.  These people are what life is about, not money or sex or plastic.  These people allow you to breathe; find out who they are and, once you have, hang on to them for dear life, not daring to let go.  If they don’t feel the same way about you, don’t blame yourself; you are a viable character.  An individual.  Trust just as easily the next time so that it may come naturally to you, and, should it work out, never take your lover for granted, for a life is such a terrible thing to throw to waste.

Society, you’re a living, breathing figure of what should be expected by an individual.  Drop the spray tan and cancel your silicone implant appointment.  You’re a representation of what will come to be.  Start fucking acting like it.