Lately, I have been pondering nature of relationships. More specifically, intimate relationships. Please drag your gutter-bound mind back here, because I’m actually referring to emotional, rather than sexual, intimacy. Clearly, it’s a no-brainer to say that there are different levels to the thing, but there has to be a break-even point where a relationship moves beyond the superficial to the intimate. At what stage do you stop being an acquaintance and start being a friend? All answers on a postcard, please.
To digress for a moment – someone whose insight I have come to respect immensely wrote that you can never truly know whether you are capable of doing something until you actually make the attempt. As a variation on the ‘actions speak louder’ theme, it may seem obvious, but it also extends to the sphere of relationships: You never know whether someone will be a friend until you make the connection.
For me, the level of emotional investment required for bona-fide friendship means that my friends are few and far between. Although this is not necessarily a bad thing, sometimes when the focus is too sharp, it burns. Still, given the choice, I think I would rather risk the flame than leave things to smoulder unattended. Fools may rush in, but I’m guessing that angels seldom get laid.