Relationship for relationship
Imagine a car. Normal, four-wheel, passenger. It was invented and manufactured in order to quickly and comfortably move the owner to where he would need. She is beautiful and comfortable. Not the coolest, but not any Zaporozhets. You have long dreamed of your car, and here it is under your windows.
You are happy – they drove all the friends on it, boasted one, envied others, changed the oil, installed an alarm, a new radio tape recorder, bought a place in the parking lot, issued the best insurance. All perfectly. The car is not capricious, and on it, even tomorrow at the other end of the world – it will not fall apart, will take it.
But it takes some time and it turns out that your car is idle, that you spend more time reading car magazines and hustling on the forums, discussing what else can be improved to make it more convenient, faster, more economical. You are carefully studying all this and are discussing with great fervor, ordering new parts, doing tuning and occasionally making a car of honor around the central streets of the city, easily setting up everyone at every traffic light.
The car is super. You are proud of yourself, but for some reason you don’t use a car for anything other than to demonstrate your belonging to the world of motorists. All the shops are under your windows, it is easier to get to work by subway, and it’s more convenient to take a vacation by plane. You have a car, you love it, but by and large you don’t need it – it is a question of prestige for you, another tick in your life plan, and not a matter of vital necessity.
A year later, you realize that from the moment of buying the car completely dropped out of the ordinary course of life, you forgot about all your other interests, deeds and plans. Life has stopped for a year and focused on the subject of your long-time lust – on the car and everything connected with it. But the car is just a means of transportation. It should have provided additional comfort or, perhaps, become entertainment, but it shouldn’t replace the meaning of your life.
And it turns out a sad situation: and the machine does not realize its “divine” purpose, and the owner has lost the meaning of his life, plunging headlong into extraneous occupation. After all, it is clear that the meaning of life of an ordinary person is not to poke around with a car (we do not take exceptions into account), and the reason for the existence of a car is not to stand in the garage and please the owner with a sense of possession …
That’s about the same thing happening with our relations, only still worse … because if fanatical motorists are viewed with light irony, then people who dedicate their lives to relationships are viewed with sincere admiration.