SEEING AS HOW EDIT DID THIS ALSO, I SHALL BE HIS SUCCESSOR AND DO IT TOO. EVERYONE HAS A LITTLE HOMEWORK TO DO (outlined below).
so the article below is one that i want to include in my english portfolio. seeing as void is bored shitless from prelim studying, this would be a relaxing break and hopefully a good read. plox state your opinions on
--> the title: should i have it as what it is now or like "the friend zone"?
--> article itself: do you think the concept of "the friend zone" woudl go better in the context of a narrative (meaning i write a story with the same ideas) or leave it so?
--> rate out of /10!!!!!!!!! this is very important; also tell me where i can improve (eg. clarity, vocab, concept and tell me how you think i can fix it)
i plan on editing this and submitting this based on the feedback you guise give me, so be honest and constructive!
here it goes:
Just Friends: The Friend Zone.
By Gaurav Sapre
The most prominent, yet not conspicuous, cliché’s of modern society is the dilemma of the “friend zone”. For centuries this vigilant conflict of interest has been undermining the essence of friendships, and for a minute too long. The parties affected are conditioned to feel pathetic and incapable by the media, which only portrays the superficial, inaccurate and cliché aspect of the cause. Therefore I, an associable global citizen, abide my sworn duty, and present to you the appropriate interpretation of the friend zone, with tangible accuracy and immaculate concept.
The primary misconception auxiliary to “the friend zone” is its definition. The friend zone is the phase between the evolutions of a friendship into a relationship; popularised due to the escape velocity required to transcend its gravity. This velocity is termed as “the move”; society’s phrase of illustrating an act in which one exerts themselves emotionally to another.
This being said, it would only be logical that I narrate my story, for the authenticity of my arguments and empathic ability. It begins with the two of us being casual friends and colleagues, bound by the stress and complications of secondary school. We are friends of a rare nature; factually, the majority of friendships are formed over common enemies or vendettas. And then there’s ours, a bond forged with the purest of correlations and indifferences. Time is our currency. Every second I spend basking in her benediction made me feel like god with a gun; immortal, alpha and complete. The nectar of her sweet voice is as entrancing as the chirping song of finches. Her eyes radiating with the compassion of love birds; her raven black hair carved the air with the flamboyance of the seven seas. Not once did she point a sword to my throne; she was the one human being that knows me for the cynical, repugnant and immature personal I am, yet still stands stern by my side. Why don’t I make the move? I’m intimidated by others in my league, flustered and anxious of the response and the aftermath. I’m positive you can associate in some manner.
The first and foremost order of business that must be addressed is the concept of the move itself. It is perceived as a heroic initiative to undertake-to pour your heart out for another, for success or failure; although in actuality, this is an extinct spectacle. Success is portrayed as a fairy-tale outcome, and rejection a detriment and missed opportunity on behalf of the friend; whereby in reality they are not the only part in deficit. * explain why. On the contrary, not “making the move”, is accompanied with its respective share of consequences. We are conditioned to believe that life being “just friends” is a horde of misery and resentment, whereas it may well not be. Love is setting someone free- and for us procrastinators, this is sufficed to avoid “making the move”. HOWEVER, there is some truth in connotation; if you do truly love them, wouldn’t you rather see them bloom in the hands of someone else, than wilt in yours, and be held accountable? With this being said, both scenarios of “making the move” or otherwise, will be further elaborated on below.
The most domineering fear associated in “making the move”, is that of the aftermath. We “friend” makers fear for the worst of scenarios-a distort friendship functioning on the basis of the “friend” only maintaining the friendship due to their pity of you. An unethical reality indeed. It’s heart crippling to see the one you love condescend and patronise you with such manipulation. Any emotive comment you make here on out, will be complimented with a criminal dose of infested benevolence and necessity. The awkwardness and friction between you and them is eye-gaugingly excruciating to be a part of. The worst part being, that if you are to speak out once more, they’ll perceive it as an attack on their stature and annihilate the friendship altogether. Subsequently, you are handicapped with the inability of ever again expressing yourself fluently or with legitimacy. Cancerous repercussions of “making the move” include the acute case of social insecurity with any future affinities you have, if any at all. You’re left shattered, beyond recuperation. The only person you trust enough to open up to, is the one who has inflicted the anguish upon you. What are left to do? “Drink a cup of concrete and harden up”, as Miss Backo would say? As unreal as it seems, you will most probably armour yourself up; to never trust or love again. However, in the blight of the moment, you may as well land the spacecraft you’ve been solo piloting; it may just be that you and your “friend” share mutual sentiments. In this case you’ll be gratified with the fairy-tale ending you’ve been fantasising of.
In the instance that you do not at all assert yourself in “the move”, there are favourable consequences, although also reverberating ones. To witness your affinity flourish in the cultivation of another, instigates a profound rage that has the proportions to liberate itself, yet is too modest to do so. As a friend, your duty is to be supportive and resilient, however contradictingly, also be a honest and loyal companion. Essentially it’s a feud between the two counterparts of being a friend. On the one hand, being reassuring and spectating will land you in a realm of jealousy and borderline hatred; you’ll regret every quantum of time you spend with them, no matter how much ecstasy they initiated within you. How much ever you attempt to emote yourself, the modesty within you suppresses your sentiments, and IF there were to by an outburst of objection, the only connotations the “friend” will see is bitter jealously, disregarding you from there on out. Reguardless of your cause, you can’t help but realise that concealed behind the envy, resentment and remorse there lies relief. After all, wouldn’t you rather assist the “friend” bloom in the arms of another, then wilt in yours and be held accountable?
Conclusively, the decision of whether or not to catalyse a friendship into a relationship is at your solemn violation, although be conscious of the ricocheting and beneficial consequences of doing so, or not.
Subject: ATTENTION: The Friend Zone 
Wed Sep 14, 2011 3:04 pm
it wont make sense without context
