i'd promise you the world.

Kick-Arse Conversation is a Prerequisite for a Kick-Ass Relationship

I just watched before sunrise (sequel: before sunset; confusing I know). If I could choose what type of relationship I would be in, this would be my favourite. It is beautiful without the pretty. It sums up what I want in a shared series of moments with a special someone.

I think I would like my partner to be

mentally stimulating.

Well, physically too, of course; because otherwise there will not be any sexual attraction, and attraction on the surface (of the ‘first impression’ variety), though superficial, is an important ingredient in the schumbagooozing of a relationship.

While watching before sunrise, I felt it especially disheartening to know that after one absolutely crazy night, the couple would only reunite 9 years later. You know what I hate?

I hate fleeting moments.

Where you spend short,intense quality versions of time with someone over a small span of space; and you bond brilliantly, but it all goes away quickly and just fizzles out because of our different scheduled routines and set-up social barriers of who we are.

No maybe I shouldn’t ask her out, she has her own friends, I have mine; she’ll be busy anyway and will think me weird for calling.

That’s why sometimes I hate routine. I hate planning, strategising and organising because there’s no fun and flexibility to it. Life is too short to revolve around a set budget, or a carefully planned essay, or a life-insurance plan.

What if something happens at the last minute? Your big and mighty plans will go bust; what then will you have left? Nothing. Because you put too much effort into your gorilla of an ideal, try too hard to make things go well. When your project sinks, you sink along with it.

Well of course strangely sounding, with no routine you’d also be nothing. So I guess balance is key. Just that I lean more to the ‘on-the-spur’ conversations, joy-rides and holidays bit.

I don’t want to have a mediocre relationship. I want something that is always fascinating, multi-faceted and 3-Dimensional. I want to experience and share fun laughter pain and joy with that someone; no pretences, fake smiles and polite how-are-yous. You know how a relationship is almost perfect when you dig your nose (for a valid reason of course) and to him you are still the most beautiful princess in the entire world?

Thus they say love is blind.

Even when you have dried crusty mucus on your fingers after you have dug the crap out of your prissy nose, your partner still thinks your fingers are the most fantastic looking pieces of shit that he's ever set eyes on (pun intended).

Crazy, ain’t it? But it’s a simply delightful feeling.




If there is any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know: it's almost impossible to succeed. But... who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.

Celine, Before Sunrise