Flings

My friend posted this on her blog, and I felt compelled to offer my own thoughts.

Topic of the day: Flings.Why topic of the day? Somehow 2 grp of my friends brought it up. How ironic

-Discussion 1 during ethics project meeting-Was suppose to be
doing ethics presentation but somehow duno how come we end up talking abt flings(... ) And it all started with me finding a ang moh fling & how i should go fling overseas. Like errr... That aside... So i posed this qn... "So how do we define what is a fling?" A qn that we all couldn't really ans... Our conclusion: No strings attached. Short term. Categorize into 2:
sexual and non sexual flings. And a lot more crap that's not worth mentioning-End of discussion 1

No strings attached? So it's purely a friend with benefit? Somehow, I don't agree. Once you form an emotional attachment with the other person (which I agree all flings must have, to a certain miniscule degree), there are strings attached no matter how much you try not to form strings. What defines a fling? Is it a relationship? Yes and no. Yes because mainly, everyone recognises the coupling, but then again, there is the quality of transcience in the relationship, that both parties know it would never last. And once that quality is lost, that one party starts seeing more into the relationship than the other, that's when the official flings stops and descends to a deeper emotional level.

This brings me to the next qn of then wat is a r'ship... what does it mean to be in a relationship? to be attached? to be dating someone? wat constitutes being together? Does it start of as strangers then u become acquaintance then friends then u date then when that magical qn is popped u become attached? Haha... The whole process is getting GREYER... What once used to be distinctive black n white is no longer the case. Everything has been blurred... Lines are dividing these two colours are disintegrating... n the colours r mixing... mixing too well... so welll tt it's grey.

Well said, my friend:). Nothing is ever black and white ever again.

Argh. I shall go back to something more concrete, more evidential. MATHEMATICS! MID TERM TOMORROW! Die.


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