Romance vs Platonic Love

So, I don’t intend to wade into aro-ace discourse here. My opinions are my own and I’m afraid of Tumblr.

But yesterday I had this really cool metaphor finally finish working its way through my head, and that is: Romantic relationships are to Friendships as Petals are to Leaves.

I remember back in 9th grade biology, learning that petals are just hyper-specialized leaves. They develop with different pigments and shapes and so forth, to serve a different purpose in the plant, but they’re the same homologous structure as a leaf.

And that’s how I think I view romantic relationships. They’re like friendships, but hyper-specialized.

It’s hard to explain “what makes a relationship Romantic” when you take sex out of the equation. To the point that I do sometimes think I might be aromantic, or demi-romantic.

But I do very much appreciate the relationships that rise to the level of Romantic, so it’s not that it never happens! It’s just…I don’t know?

Just muddling through, trying to figure myself out. 😊

A generalizable word of advice

As I told someone earlier today:

This is not an “others have walked so that you can run” kind of situation. This is more like, an “others have run straight into the electric fence, so you should strongly consider walking” kind of thing.

This can apply to many things.

Go slowly. Make careful, measured decisions.

The Achilles Cantaloupe

When I was a teenager, I was a total weirdo.

I mean, I still am. But I was then, too. (Apologies to…Mitch Hedberg, I think?)

One year at our big family beach vacation, I announced at dinner that our cantaloupe was just like Achilles.

Everyone stared at me.

Sensing the fact that they did not understand my Galaxy Brain (we did not have memes when I was a teenager, so I am making up for lost time now), I explained.

Earlier in the week, the cantaloupe we had bought was large, but very bland. But the cantaloupe we were eating that night was small and very sweet! So it’s like Achilles, who was offered a long life in obscurity or a short life of glory, and chose the short life of glory.

Short life? Small cantaloupe. Glory? Sweetness.

It made sense to me.