Friendship? Cheers!

I have found out (lately) that it is still possible to go through truly friendship between two human beings up to the borders where people usually barily get into the conclusion if what they are feeling is friendship or love. I myself, an incurable “free speech” performer, very often get very much lost when I try to define concepts like love, friendship, passion, etc…

When I am watching some American movies where feelings and emotions easily emerge, I am usually very concentrated on the way how two different phrases might be said: “I like you” and “I love you”. Guys? It is not definitely clear, or, as someone taught me some years ago: it is clear as mud! Sometimes “to like” is stronger, sometimes is lighter, sometimes is equal, sometimes means nothing. Same can be applied to “to love”. How about this? Well, I have decided, a couple of years ago, to care about the way I use either one or the other. I have decided then that I would not use them so lightly (and meaninglessly) as many people do. I have decided as well that I would not charge too hard such heavy meaning words. Nevertheless, it seems there is a significant difference in the power of both phrases depending on if we are talking about the English language or any Latin language (Portuguese, Spanish or Italian). This is the cultural side of a… culture!

Sometime ago, I wrote a post about friendship (read it here). It was an as much short text as the number of truly friends I have. Let us say that I have definitely been very selective in what friendship is concerned and I have no intention to modify that behavior. This is the way I am. This is the way I want to be. Out of that post, I would like to quote one of its few paragraphs:

This time we talked, among many other silly things, about some acquaintances of ours and about how much we could or should classify them as friends, best friends or just… acquaintances! All of a sudden I came up with an interesting thought: “Friendship? Yes, if that implies sharing”. No sharing? No friendship! Friendship with no sharing? Bullshit…

That was written less than two years ago. Today I still totally subscribe it. If there is sharing, there might be friendship. If there is friendship, there might be love. If there is friendship and/or love, then you share your ultimate intimacy with your friend or lover. Easy to say, harder to do, but… who cares? We do not want to be perfect, do we? It is for this reason I am leaving here a poem from a Portuguese writer, Luís de Camões, although not being I a poetry lover⁽¹⁾.

For the very same reason, I mean, because we do not want to be perfect and therefore we understand that trying to turn rational what it is not (love, passion) gets to be an action really stupid, I have decided to reintroduce here one of my (long since) favorite bands again: Dead Can Dance. And I do it because even a cold-fish style like me is capable of, here and there, get sunk in a sea of normal feelings and emotions, as long they are kept under control to not jeopardize the strong mathematical component of both mind and body of mine. This is because, my feelings and emotions are not saved in my soul, which I do not have, or my heart, which is nothing more than a biological hydraulic pump to keep our blood circulating. Feelings and emotions are in fact a part of my existence and are saved in a cell of my brain designated by “Affordable Illogicalities”.

This post is exclusively dedicated to Ms. PA, one of my best friends⁽²⁾ to whom I owe unforgettable moments of truly welfare.

May the gods be with the gossips-addicted sons of a bitch who, after they read this post, will be desperately trying to find out who the mentioned above Ms. PA is. Good luck, boys…