I take friendship seriously and it is a hill I’m willing to die on. Platonic intimacy is what keeps our human cylinders firing and we’ve collectively allowed it to become a secondary function of relationships. Your life partner will love you and do things to and for you that a friend cannot (eg. change your last name or bind your bloodlines) but what they cannot do is fulfill and round out your life the way friends can. Friendship is the prize. Always.
As we walk this journey together, I think some things are pretty clear (particularly because it’s my 40th post!): I’m passionate about friendship and I enjoy giving people their roses while they’re still around to smell them.
As you know, friendship is a big deal to me: oases in this here cruel life. I also believe in letting people smell their roses
If you’re new here, know that a hill I will die on is the underrated and life-affirming power of friendship and its unfair relegation to second place behind (equally formative) romantic relationships.
This second edition is a throwback. As always the objective is clear: platonic friendships can be formative and meaningful and deserve more than the secondary (or placeholder) position that they tend to occupy. Every other week I attempt to undo this injustice one anonymous letter at a time.
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I say this all the time: my close friends are the great loves of my life. I have and will experience other loves in this life: magical irreplaceable experiences much like my friendships. I think our collective relegation of platonic friendships to secondary status is a mistake. Here I do my bit to undo some of that damage one anonymous letter at a time.
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