What have brain and heart got to do with relationships?

If you ask me, the strength in relationships lies solemnly in the power of the heart and the brain. A bond is strong only because the heart and brain work together to make it so. A strong relationship is built up of how much sentiment you’re willing to give or take in the course of the bond (=rationale behind the heart), and how much you’re willing to acknowledge concerning the purpose of the bond (=rationale behind the brain).

And I believe the balance in both sustains a relationship, while variations cause the bond to be a weak one, or a selfish one, or more of those classifications we did in biology – parasitic… That’s why absence can make the heart grow fonder; and still, absence can make the heart find another. That’s why distance can grow relationship; and still, distance can mar relationship.

There’s this girl at work, we don’t talk. We haven’t spoken to each other fondly for a while, I think about 2months now. The only time there’s communication between us has to concern work. “The file for the report, could you get it ready” “Did you get the letter that should go along with the invoice?” Not as though we had a lot to say to each other before this hostility (we’ve only been colleagues for about 7?8? months. The beef hostile months not inclusive, we’ve never reached out to one another outside work environment before).

The occasional hi and faux compliments ladies like to exchange every now and again, we used to do it, and it didn’t hurt anyone. We had few shared likes (eg. phone and social media, she’s just as obsessed), so we could offhandedly relate without seeming forced or dragged. Just about a simple work relationship we shared. But nowadays, exchanges are so formal and if we happen to be at the same place together, say, the lift, the silence would be so thick, you could cut through it. And you’d hear the snip snip sounds as it’s being cut.

I’m not going to form, “I don’t know how it happened“. I do know, and it’s so silly. Ladies have this thing with pride and keeping grudges, making attitudes and letting situations blow up in proportions it’s ridiculous. Even the ones you think are humble, look a little closer and you might find they’ve contrived skeletons-in-closet plots. I’m a lady and I wouldn’t want to be any other form in my later lives, but I’m not going to pretend the majority of my kind are objective and easy going. At their kindest moods, they are obnoxious and vindictive.

I have few male friends (purely platonic) and female friends equally, and from the top of my head, I can say that the females are more work than the males, but have to be tolerated more because they (we) rule the world (I know this was a cheap shot).