“Don’t mess with me,” he said, curling his fists up into tight balls at his side. “You wouldn’t know what hit you if you did. So I suggest, gentlemen, that you leave her alone.”
That’s the opening line – inspired by one of his girlfriend’s favorite phrase to use on him when they argue – of one of my writer friend’s many stories. His latest is a venture into childhood relationships that grow up into deep understanding adult friendships. The theme really being an exploration of platonic relationships. He borrowed the example of Max and Ariel, my characters, and decided to work upon that just for fun, and his story was born <Max and Ariel express their heartfelt gratitude for this thoughtful gesture of his >. I read through the fifteen page story and thought he dealt with the theme very carefully, not over stepping the boundary of social acceptance, but did hit the nail hard at times. I would love to see this story of his printed and bound and bought, or at least in a magazine <since he does not have a blog and does not trust the internet, strange creature of the 21st century, he is>. Anyway…reading his story made me revisit what I’d done with Max and Ariel. It had never crossed my mind to make them a pair – two of my best friends would’ve pelted me with granite if I had. Max and Ariel were always destined to be the closest of friends. Of course, Steven does the whole jealousy dance, and does not warm up to Max until he realizes that in his absence the only person who would take care of her is Max. Eventually he trusts him enough to name him godfather to their children – Steven’s and Ariel’s – and entrust his personal legal affairs wholly to Max <that would be where the cast and crew break into a screechy rendition of that Barney song – I love you, you love me, we’re a happy family – while the end credits roll in right after the fairy tale fonted ‘And they lived happily ever after.’ Bad joke. Verzeihen Sie mir, bitte>
I always wanted to maintain that feeling within Ariel that she will be indebted to Max even though she never explains why. Max, I’ve made it to be, is the first boy she kisses, her first boyfriend, her first long distance relationship, and her first breakup. He’s essentially the first man in her life, though nothing between them goes beyond the boundaries of friendship. I’m happy keeping them that way. I shall not elaborate further.
It’s nice to write about something you rarely see around you. And if you see it and appreciate it, there’s always that person beside you who says, “There must be something more.” Why should there be? Why can’t we picture two people of the different genders sharing a platonic relationship? Someone told me that it doesn’t exist – a platonic relationship. That even if it did, it would never survive. I beg to differ. There are several people of my acquaintance who are extremely close and have never been anything more than just friends. They share a certain understanding and a certain closeness that cannot be forger between people involved in a romantic relationship. So there are those many people who would disagree with me, but c’mon! It can work both ways. I’ve seen proof of it. You want to be blind to it, go ahead!
I believe in the Yin-Yang. So if Yin is the non-existence of platonic relationships, then the Yang must be…still more non-existent? I think not. Hint: – It’s called balance, it is how everything around is. You ready to acknowledge the Yang just yet?