Virus

I feel as if I am reuniting with a long-lost friend as I begin this post. I know that it's only been about eight days since I last updated; still, I can't help but think that that is a few days too many.

Tonight, I take a route that I feared this blog might take at one point or another... So I suppose I may as well get it out of the way now. I honestly did not want to talk about anything of this sort, but having it shoved in my face every day for the past week or so has sort of pushed everything aside in my head.

I speak... of BELHAVEN SYNDROME.

For the non-natives of this nuthouse learning institution, this particular illness stems from an instantaneous, intense infatuation with someone. For some, this means that a couple will become official in a matter of weeks. For others, this means that a couple will be engaged in mere months after declaring it "Facebook official". Either way, Cupid is making quite a few people stupid.

My group of friends in particular has managed to spread this disgusting disease so quickly and so easily. I'm both amazed and concerned at the same time because honestly, this goes against all of the opinions I'd formed in high school - that relationships take time and effort, and that it's easier to date after getting to know the object of your affections for quite some time.

Yet here I am, accepting the idea that crushes are sprouting like weeds in the garden that is our lovely group of friends. I am even supporting two people that hardly know each other to go into such a serious thing as a relationship.  

What has this place done to me?

Perhaps it is because I happen to hear so much of the problems of the infected majority and empathize - I want them to be happy and to stop claiming that they are going to "spontaneously combust" (in the words of Karis).

It could possibly be the fact that I can relate almost too much to them. There hasn't been much improvement, in terms of my own feelings for the mysterious boy I mentioned a couple of weeks ago. All I really know is that lying in waiting for him to notice me is frustrating.

Ahem.

Either way... Belhaven Syndrome is strong this fall, and it is only growing worse. Who will find a temporary satiation for their aching hearts (as well as all the cuddles one could desire)? Who will be left with a broken heart to pick up and stitch together again?

... Only time will tell. At some other point in time (when it is not one in the morning), the intricacies of the havoc being wreaked upon so many young hearts will be revealed.

- Sara