The Art of Turning Beige

I have a new rant to post and one that's been popping up in convo increasingly often: friends who turn beige.

To qualify, let me define first. I'm sure everyone knows at least one person that has completely disappeared into a relationship. Someone who was previously strong and colorful now, suddenly coupled up, has lost all the colors in their spectrum as a result of blending into someone else's personality field (blending colors usually gets you a yucky brown, but for domestic IKEA purposes, let's call 'em beige - and BO-RING).

Maybe love is meant to transform a person. Maybe being whipped means your balls (face it, some girls have 'em) wind up in some else's purse (or man-bag - be nice). But the "OK, hon-ee" form of bland domestic bliss sounds like the second level of Dante's inferno doomed to sticky-sweet repetition ad nauseum.

It pisses me off when a friend drops off the face of the earth just because they coupled up. (Granted, we'll give them a few months leeway for sex-crazed lock-ins) That's fine for the ever after, but believe me, you're gonna want to refresh the friends in your rolodex when the inevitable speed bumps (and potential break-up) happen. Don't ditch the shoulders you'll wind up crying on just yet....

I strongly believe that you can meet someone you'll flip for but still stay true to yourself. And your friends. Otherwise, that's codependency, and that ain't pretty. If you don't have a wee section of your life apart from your someone, what have you got left to share that's still yours? Or that you can choose to keep to as your own when you need space??

Note: Remember that the person they fell in love with is essentially who you were as a single person. Matching hairdos is a cry for help...