It’s Platonic.

Gooooood Evening!

I have recently awaked from my fever induced haze which held me dangerously close to the edge of death. But luckily for us all, I survived whatever satanic disease I caught at our cesspool of a school. I’m sure none of you are surprised, we’ve all learned by this point that I’m not so easy to kill- though I don’t doubt that the universe will keep on trying.
Anyway, today I want to talk about love. You can probably guess from the title of the article (if you even read those things, I can never tell) that what I want to discuss is platonic love. As in, the friendship-y kind. I’ve had a lot of time to think about this topic and it unfortunately took four doses of Nyquill and 3 prescription drugs for me to reach an acceptable conclusion. That being: If you are not in some type of love with your friends, you are wasting your time.

I’m so serious. For the first time, in a long time I am borderline obsessed with my friends. I became fully aware of this when Face Timing a bunch of them last night. I found myself fighting the urge to throw a temper tantrum at the fact that I couldn’t go to a party in Philly with them because I was riding a fever of 103°. A temper tantrum. Surprisingly enough, some of you may not know this, but at our age those are considered to be wildly unacceptable.

That is the type of love I’m  talking about though. Is it a bit intense? Maybe. But it makes everything a billion times more fun. Being with people you like, and I mean actually like, can transform your experience from blah ☹ to ooh-la-la!☺ I know what you’re probably thinking: “Hang out with people I like? Wow. What an original idea!” It seems obvious because it is. But we’re young, and the obvious has a tendency to fly over our heads.

I’ve noticed that most people don’t really feel this intense love towards the kids they hang out with. And I know from experience. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve felt the desire to throw a hissy fit because I was “obligated” to go to some birthday celebration or all girls party with people I didn’t really like, to eat pizza I could’ve easily gone to Princeton Pi to pick up myself if I really wanted it that badly. Honestly, I would’ve just gone to Slice Between anyway, they have better food.

This may sound sophomoric, but I think it needs to be said, because I wish someone had said it to me a long time ago: Stop hanging out with people you don’t like!!

You should be enamored by your friends. Otherwise, what is the point? You have no need to spend time with others who don’t fill your tiny little teenage heart with joy.

Don’t feel obligated to do anything. You aren’t doing anyone any favors by putting up with them. You think that people can’t tell when you don’t like them? Or when you aren’t having fun? Trust me, I used to think that I was the stealth master, and that everyone always thought I la-la-loovveedd hanging out with them, even though 90% of the time I wanted to shoot myself in the foot just to have an excuse to leave. *Hint*Hint* You aren’t sneaky and neither was I.

Hang out with kids who make your heart sing. It sounds silly, but I’m so so  serious. I get beyond excited when I know that I’m about to see my pals. For instance, one of my best friends is on my sports team. And even when we’re running or conditioning or whatever, I’m still having the time of my life because she’s with me. That is what friendship should be like. Your friends should be your sunshine, and if they aren’t, then perhaps you should reconsider.

So frequently I’ll hear people saying, “I hate my friends.” Or, “Yeah, I was at that party, it sucked.” Then I’ll typically ask who was there, and the response is always the same: “Oh, just my friends.”

If you’re going to parties and you aren’t having fun, then you’re going to the wrong parties. And if you’re hanging out with friends who you don’t actually like, then you have the wrong friends.

I’ll leave it at this, If you had a significant other who you hated, you would break up with them. Treat your boring-ass friends the same way. Stop being a masochist and find some people who you can fall platonically in love with. They’re out there, I promise.

Until next time,



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