Connects

Everybody has both good times and bad times. Yet it strikes me that the bad times stand out more than the good. This is not to say that for me, times have been more bad than good. Quite the converse in fact. Yet, I seem to have fewer truly memorable good times than I do bad times.

It is a well known fact, especially to people who punt around in the stock markets, that when you lose a little money, it hurts a lot more than making a pile of money makes you feel good.

So is the case with the losing of relationships. Most relationships that is. It is perhaps better at this stage to specify that the word relationship is neither being used as an agglomeration of kinships (family, cousins, etc.) nor as an amorous relationship. Rather it is being used more generically to encompass any sort of connect. This concept of connect is fairly strange. Sometimes people connect in just a fleeting moment. Sometimes, connections are discovered as having evolved over a period of time. To define a connect is not easy. The simplest description perhaps is that if you meet or talk to this person after long intervals, the intervals are irrelevant. These relationships are beautiful in terms of the comfort they offer. And losing such connects is very very disappointing. The sense of loss is not so hard in the sense of making one grieve (like a break up), rather a small dull ache at the back of one's mind, mildly irritating in general to just irritating at its maximum.

For me, this irritation is truly boring because I remember almost all relationships by the good times that one had during such relationships and yearn for them to reconnect again.

Maybe some of them will.