You know, relationships are weird. If you think about it, when you define a relationship, you're giving that person a conditional definition. "Cari's my best friend," "Dennis is my brother," "Reggie is my iPod." It's a precarious and potentially temporary definition, in some cases. I mean, with Cari, she's my best friend whether she returns the favor or not, and Dennis can't just up and stop being my brother. But what about something like "Hannah is the person who drives me to Meijer when I run out of cream cheese"? All it takes is one Meijer trip Hannah refuses to take me on, all it takes is one "No thanks; you're walking this time" and our relationship changes.
Defining people is a risky business, and sometimes is utterly unimportant and means nothing.
So why do we so often feel like we need to do it?
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Deep stuff.
And yeah, I like the title of my post too, but I can't take credit. My mom came up with that when we were sitting around waiting for...I don't remember.
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