Relationships. Right.

When we can define ourselves as adults, there is a possibility that in our youth we were a part of a romantic “relationship.” If so, we may also find that these “relationships” were very elementary and extremely questionable. I mildly tease the intermediate school lovebirds when I see them. I ask casually, “So are you guys going out?” and they either nod or reply shyly with a, “yea.” “Where do you guys go out, exactly?” Most of these conversations lead to them realizing they have in fact not gone out at all. Their relationship is constructed by a being together in their school’s recess, kissing in secrecy, small gifts, and uncomplicated compliments. It is easy to unconsciously judge the seriousness of a relationship by the couple’s age but I believe that at that age has nothing to do with the ability to maturely withhold one.

                It’s unusual to think that a thirteen year old boy could exclude himself from socializing with other people, his age, of the opposite gender for the reason that he enjoyed the exclusive company of only one girl; a kid that was careful to avoid doing engaging in activities that she was against and respectfully request a discipline and attitude with reciprocity. Regardless of how quaint that may sound that was me at that age. I felt that way. Even at my young age I felt this necessity to be the best I could be for my girl. After failed “relationships” and two consecutive cheaters, I find the need to be so strictly loyal to my partner to be for couples that have years together, are engaged, or married.

                I’ve learned that it is better to have many friends, and not worry about finding a relationship. It’s not okay to go scouting for potential relationships in every place you find yourself in or even to randomly wonder if you’d be happier alone.