Incoming rant about what the AC franchise of games were like, what they've done wrong mostly. Note that this only contains context with reference to Black Flag and Rogue, not the later titles, so probably quite late to the party.
I've just spent the past 3 weeks playing 2 AC titles, namely Black Flag and Rogue, and I don't have very many good things to say about it apart from the fact that their storylines are good. In terms of the story, setting and research, they're really good. It's chronologically accurate, with tie-ins to real world events/people, i.e. the collapse of Lisbon in Rogue and Stede Bonnet in Black Flag.
But what they've done wrong in my opinion is the Naval campaigns. The mini-games you have to play to unlock in game shit that takes obscene amounts of time like fucking 30+h (not sure on the exact time but it was fucking obscene) to complete a mission in Black Flag so I could get that last fucking treasure map for a 100% total sync. I've just finished Rogue and I find myself at the same doorstep. I've finished the main game and is waiting for the fucking Naval campaign to finish so I can unlock all the cosmetic items it gives.
And here's another kicker, the weapons side of things are god damn poorly designed. In Rogue I was able to actually get the Officer's Shortsword (never mind the fact that it's actually a copy of the Officer's Smallswords in Black Flag) that costs 14k and is the best purchasable weapon, faster than I can do all the other challenges for the weapons they unlock. But then here's the thing, the Officer's Shortsword actually is better stats wise than most of the fucking weapons you get from the challenges. There is no other reason to use these other than cosmetics and honestly, the fact that the stats are poorer sometimes put me off from wanting to use them. Why not make them comparable or at least make the purchasable weapons weaker so there's actually an incentive for a player to want to unlock them/use them.
The next stupid thing it does is put chests and animus fragments in the middle of the fucking ocean, like sure, you put them in the city or town or whatever, that's fine. Sometimes it's fun to have to find a way to reach them. But in the middle of the fucking ocean and I have to take a minute or 2 just to sail there for fucking 300 pounds/reales? What the fuck? And it's honestly not the money I'm after but the 100% total sync and it's a fucking waste of time to go look for all of them even though they are mapped on your map.
And also the introduction of weapons like fucking at the second last sequence which is about 80% through the game. In Black Flag you got the Rope Dart last and I never used it unless I had to for the 100% total sync because the thing is, I've gone almost the entire game without needing it, I'm likely not going to need it now as well. Same goes with the grenades in Rogue, they were introduced so late, I never used them, not that I really had a reason to, because the Rope Darts, which you get at the start in Rogue, were so fucking OP. And it's god damn funny to pull gunners off their towers or ledges and watch them fall to their deaths with the worst ragdoll physics I've seen in a triple A game.
And also AC multiplayer. What the literal fuck has Ubisoft been smoking? A game where Assassins try to kill other Assassins? What the fuck? It doesn't work that way. Assassins fight Templars where Assassins get to be more stealthy and Templars better at open battle, sure, I can see that work, but the whole premise of the multiplayer is that everyone has stealth. Then who the fuck is going to die? Really terrible. No one plays it, the entire scene is dead. Which really goes to show how good it is. It's one thing to play co-op like in Unity, but it's really an entire different thing to have an online multiplayer arena style game that they were trying to do.
Have you ever heard of anyone buying an AC title to play multiplayer? No, you haven't. That's because no one does, they buy it for the single player story mode. It's like a CoD or Battlefield player buying the latest release just so they can play the single player campaign. No one does that, they buy it for the multiplayer experience. So why do you even make a multiplayer mode for a game that people only play for the story? The game doesn't need it. In the words of Mr Blanchet, who used to teach me before I switched courses, "If your game doesn't need it, don't put it in,". (Ironically he used to work at Ubisoft.)
It's like Ubisoft is making all these unnecessary, poorly made design choices so that there is an "after-game", except, there is no after-game. Why the fuck would I fire up Black Flag again if there's no missions for me or further progression in the story? Same for Rogue. The only thing I really have left to do is mindlessly killing guards or civilians. And that's pointless and devoid of fun. And really an after-game that unlocks a fucking cosmetic item? What's the point? So I can look cool killing guards?
I honestly hope that Unity, Syndicate and future titles aren't inundated with these crappy design choices. My friend said that Unity doesn't do the shit they do with weapons and outfits but honestly the game from what I heard was bugged to shit and filled with graphical errors, it completely deterred me from wanting to buy it. And honestly, also, it was $49 without discount on the Winter Sales on Steam for the base game, not even some special edition, even half price I wouldn't have got it.
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Passions
Ay le mao it's been over a month since I last blogged so here we go. Something on my mind that I've thought for the past year or so and I think it's about time to set it in pixels. Not stone, cause well, it's been a long time since most people used stones to read (unless you're an African kid in a poorly funded Islamic school where they send the kids to beg for their meals) and you're also likely reading this on a computer. Unless someone copied my blog posts and carved them on a piece of stone, which is a very queer thing to do indeed.
I think there's been a very severe lack in passions. I mean something that people are very passionate about. Like say little Timmy is very passionate about cars. He's fascinated by them. And he grows up, and he becomes a car designer. Or a fuel chemist, seeking to produce more environmentally friendly fuels. You feel me? Something that a kid is so fascinated about that it drives them mad. They want to know all there is to know about it. They want to be involved in that field one day. That's the kind of passion I'm talking about. A passion is so much more than just a hobby. And sadly, I think in general, most Singaporeans have a lack of this. Well, I do know one guy who is though. My classmate, let's call him SJ, who is very fascinated by mechas (I know this cause he did a presentation and I totally did not know that Japan actually built a functioning mecha until he presented), which is primarily the reason why he chose the course I take. But most of the other guys, I'm not quite sure what their motivations are in choosing what they chose. Shit, I know a guy who is taking my course but isn't actually very interested/good in mathematics. Not quite so sure why he is here, learning something he doesn't care about.
I know what my passions are. Or at least where they lie. I'm interested in space. But more so than that. I am an explorer. Unfortunately, trapped in between two eras of exploration. Too late for the seas, too early for the stars, as they say. Nonetheless, I am aware that without advancements in our knowledge of the stars or the necessary mechanical instruments, we would not be able to achieve interstellar travel. Which is also why I am fascinated by things like engines and propulsion. Did you know that an engine is actually only about 20% efficient? Of the entire available energy from the consumption of the fuel, most of it is actually turned into waste heat. 80%. 80% of energy obtained from fuel burned in an internal combustion engine is actually unusable. That's just crazy. But earlier steam based designs were even more inefficient and so to think that we could one day make an engine even more efficient is nuts.
The one group of people I can say for certain in Singapore who are truly chasing their passions and rather flamboyantly I might add, are the cosplayers. They wouldn't be doing it if they weren't passionate about cosplaying. But apart from that, I don't think many Singaporeans are passionate about very many things. Due in part I believe, that many Singaporean parents are rather uninvolved in their kid's upbringing and don't expose them to many things to develop their passions. Well that's all I have on this. Until next time, ciao.
I think there's been a very severe lack in passions. I mean something that people are very passionate about. Like say little Timmy is very passionate about cars. He's fascinated by them. And he grows up, and he becomes a car designer. Or a fuel chemist, seeking to produce more environmentally friendly fuels. You feel me? Something that a kid is so fascinated about that it drives them mad. They want to know all there is to know about it. They want to be involved in that field one day. That's the kind of passion I'm talking about. A passion is so much more than just a hobby. And sadly, I think in general, most Singaporeans have a lack of this. Well, I do know one guy who is though. My classmate, let's call him SJ, who is very fascinated by mechas (I know this cause he did a presentation and I totally did not know that Japan actually built a functioning mecha until he presented), which is primarily the reason why he chose the course I take. But most of the other guys, I'm not quite sure what their motivations are in choosing what they chose. Shit, I know a guy who is taking my course but isn't actually very interested/good in mathematics. Not quite so sure why he is here, learning something he doesn't care about.
I know what my passions are. Or at least where they lie. I'm interested in space. But more so than that. I am an explorer. Unfortunately, trapped in between two eras of exploration. Too late for the seas, too early for the stars, as they say. Nonetheless, I am aware that without advancements in our knowledge of the stars or the necessary mechanical instruments, we would not be able to achieve interstellar travel. Which is also why I am fascinated by things like engines and propulsion. Did you know that an engine is actually only about 20% efficient? Of the entire available energy from the consumption of the fuel, most of it is actually turned into waste heat. 80%. 80% of energy obtained from fuel burned in an internal combustion engine is actually unusable. That's just crazy. But earlier steam based designs were even more inefficient and so to think that we could one day make an engine even more efficient is nuts.
The one group of people I can say for certain in Singapore who are truly chasing their passions and rather flamboyantly I might add, are the cosplayers. They wouldn't be doing it if they weren't passionate about cosplaying. But apart from that, I don't think many Singaporeans are passionate about very many things. Due in part I believe, that many Singaporean parents are rather uninvolved in their kid's upbringing and don't expose them to many things to develop their passions. Well that's all I have on this. Until next time, ciao.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Precision
It's going to be another rant, I've done enough of these here, you might know what this is already about before I get down to the meat and bones of it. I've done one on this before, after all. I've been here in my course for more than a semester already, I've got a kinda good grasp on the kind of people in my class. That said, I've not worked with all of them, so I can't say if so and so is this kind of person for sure. But for sure, I can tell you that I don't know what some people are doing in an Engineering course. Or anything Science related for that matter. I won't say names, but you might already know who these people are.
It's this pervasive idea of close enough. Like when I ask for you to throw a basketball through the hoop, you hit the pole holding up the board and hoop and say, "I did what you wanted." Like fuck you didn't. Not even close. Even if you did hit the board, that's still not what was requested. I've seen it in the way they do work, or even behave. They just can't be bothered to do things the way that's requested or even try to do it that way.
I was sitting in computer programming tutorial, the question was to fill out the part required and not the whole code and the guy sitting next to me hadn't finished it by the time the teacher went through the question. Why? Because he was wasting his own time, writing out the whole code in the name of "practice". Jesus fucking Christ, the start of the whole code so far has only changed one time, which was to add <math.h>, it's been the exact same otherwise and you need to "practice" that shit? I mean if you could write out the whole thing in the allotted time, good for you, but if you can't do that and can't even reach the part that we need to go through at least, then don't fucking bother, you're not helping yourself. You won't even know if you can do the part that the question was asking for because you didn't even reach it.
And only just now, I was chastised for being obsessed with detail. Well I kinda was back in DGAD but they called it "straight" (as opposed to flexible, not the sexuality connotation of it), which is supposed to be a bad thing. I mean I get it, you should be flexible sometimes, a bridge has to flex or it'll snap. But can you imagine the pillar holding the bridge up flexing? The longevity of that bridge is questionable. Sometimes, you've got to be straight too, especially when one's an engineer or a scientist.
Seriously, just think about it. If you have a penchant for doing things your own way or "close enough", then fuck off and go do art or something where blueprints don't exist. The things you create/work on are going to be used by people. Can you imagine if the engineer designing the engine in your car said," Well it doesn't matter if this here piston doesn't fit well. The car'll still run." And you drive your car with that engine in it and it suddenly fails you on the highway and you get a runaway engine that drives you right off a cliff, because the engineer that designed the steel barrier for that bend said it would be fine if they use a weaker steel, where if it was actually built to spec, would have saved your life. Magnify that a hundred times and you get a ship sinking because the designer didn't bother to find out if a smaller rivet used in the ship's panels would cause it to fail or not. And the lives of the hundreds of people on that ship.
Peace out.
It's this pervasive idea of close enough. Like when I ask for you to throw a basketball through the hoop, you hit the pole holding up the board and hoop and say, "I did what you wanted." Like fuck you didn't. Not even close. Even if you did hit the board, that's still not what was requested. I've seen it in the way they do work, or even behave. They just can't be bothered to do things the way that's requested or even try to do it that way.
I was sitting in computer programming tutorial, the question was to fill out the part required and not the whole code and the guy sitting next to me hadn't finished it by the time the teacher went through the question. Why? Because he was wasting his own time, writing out the whole code in the name of "practice". Jesus fucking Christ, the start of the whole code so far has only changed one time, which was to add <math.h>, it's been the exact same otherwise and you need to "practice" that shit? I mean if you could write out the whole thing in the allotted time, good for you, but if you can't do that and can't even reach the part that we need to go through at least, then don't fucking bother, you're not helping yourself. You won't even know if you can do the part that the question was asking for because you didn't even reach it.
And only just now, I was chastised for being obsessed with detail. Well I kinda was back in DGAD but they called it "straight" (as opposed to flexible, not the sexuality connotation of it), which is supposed to be a bad thing. I mean I get it, you should be flexible sometimes, a bridge has to flex or it'll snap. But can you imagine the pillar holding the bridge up flexing? The longevity of that bridge is questionable. Sometimes, you've got to be straight too, especially when one's an engineer or a scientist.
Seriously, just think about it. If you have a penchant for doing things your own way or "close enough", then fuck off and go do art or something where blueprints don't exist. The things you create/work on are going to be used by people. Can you imagine if the engineer designing the engine in your car said," Well it doesn't matter if this here piston doesn't fit well. The car'll still run." And you drive your car with that engine in it and it suddenly fails you on the highway and you get a runaway engine that drives you right off a cliff, because the engineer that designed the steel barrier for that bend said it would be fine if they use a weaker steel, where if it was actually built to spec, would have saved your life. Magnify that a hundred times and you get a ship sinking because the designer didn't bother to find out if a smaller rivet used in the ship's panels would cause it to fail or not. And the lives of the hundreds of people on that ship.
Peace out.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Remaining
Well turns out I think I remembered what I wanted to talk about. So here we go again~
I don't know when I had this shift in mindset, I can't pinpoint an exact time and say, "Here, this is the moment that I changed." I can say that it's about last year that it happened. So I'm 18 already. Statistically, the average male lives to about 80. I've lived nearly a quarter of my life. I've only got about 3 quarters of it left if I don't do something stupid. I won't say it was the best quarter, plenty of shit happened but from that shit also came flecks of gold called life lessons, so it wasn't all for the worst. And gradually I've just come to not be annoyed at people who call me names, who insult me, generally people who want to shit on my life. If anything, there's pity for them, that they'd have to stoop so low to try and hurt my feelings even though it doesn't work. Part of this is also probably because I've gained this ability to cut toxic people out of my life without batting an eyelid (but doesn't mean that just because we were cut off you were toxic), probably helps with not being affected by being insulted. And now that I'm thinking about it, it seems a little psychopathic to be honest, to have no sentiment for such things and being able to cavalierly cut off people like that.
Another part of it, a bigger part I figured as a part of my sudden realisation that I have grown up over the past year, is that I've lived a full 18 years, well a little over now. But I've lived 18 years. I got 62 left and hell, I'll be damned if I let anyone shit on the rest of that 62 years. I am determined to be generally satisfied with my life and there's no room for people who want to shit on me in that 62 years. If we ain't good for each other then I'm not gonna bother with you. You feel me? You only got so much time in this world, you don't got time to be sad, to be insulted, to be shit on by lesser people. That time is for you to live, to learn, to love, be loved. I'm not saying shit won't happen or you should shut out people who shit on you but mean well, shit's going to happen, it's life and they shit on you because they love you. That's fine. I'm talking about the toxic ones, the ones who shit on you for the sole purpose of shitting on you, to make themselves feel good. They're not worthy of being in your life so just cut them off as you would a cancer tumour.
As Hailee Steinfeld says,
I don't know when I had this shift in mindset, I can't pinpoint an exact time and say, "Here, this is the moment that I changed." I can say that it's about last year that it happened. So I'm 18 already. Statistically, the average male lives to about 80. I've lived nearly a quarter of my life. I've only got about 3 quarters of it left if I don't do something stupid. I won't say it was the best quarter, plenty of shit happened but from that shit also came flecks of gold called life lessons, so it wasn't all for the worst. And gradually I've just come to not be annoyed at people who call me names, who insult me, generally people who want to shit on my life. If anything, there's pity for them, that they'd have to stoop so low to try and hurt my feelings even though it doesn't work. Part of this is also probably because I've gained this ability to cut toxic people out of my life without batting an eyelid (but doesn't mean that just because we were cut off you were toxic), probably helps with not being affected by being insulted. And now that I'm thinking about it, it seems a little psychopathic to be honest, to have no sentiment for such things and being able to cavalierly cut off people like that.
Another part of it, a bigger part I figured as a part of my sudden realisation that I have grown up over the past year, is that I've lived a full 18 years, well a little over now. But I've lived 18 years. I got 62 left and hell, I'll be damned if I let anyone shit on the rest of that 62 years. I am determined to be generally satisfied with my life and there's no room for people who want to shit on me in that 62 years. If we ain't good for each other then I'm not gonna bother with you. You feel me? You only got so much time in this world, you don't got time to be sad, to be insulted, to be shit on by lesser people. That time is for you to live, to learn, to love, be loved. I'm not saying shit won't happen or you should shut out people who shit on you but mean well, shit's going to happen, it's life and they shit on you because they love you. That's fine. I'm talking about the toxic ones, the ones who shit on you for the sole purpose of shitting on you, to make themselves feel good. They're not worthy of being in your life so just cut them off as you would a cancer tumour.
As Hailee Steinfeld says,
"I love me, gonna love myself."
Look
So what up, who the fuck actually still reads my blogs? To whoever's been reading this crappy collection of shitty writing all this time, congratulations for being such a loser. You really should reconsider your reading choices.
So I kinda felt like I ought to talk about something that was mentioned to me one time by my first ex. Also the first time I had any real interaction with any female, didn't have any really close female friends prior and you know, kinda was a disaster. So anyway one time, she said that I have this stare. She didn't describe it with a word, I asked if she thought it was rapey or intense but she she said it was as if I was studying everything about her. Which is actually kinda rapey if you think about it. I never actually realised up until the point she mentioned it how much I actually notice when I look at stuff. I always figured everyone had a keen eye for detail, which I guess isn't true.
That's really all I have to say. I actually had another topic I wanted to talk about but I totally can't remember it, so you'll have to settle for this.
So I kinda felt like I ought to talk about something that was mentioned to me one time by my first ex. Also the first time I had any real interaction with any female, didn't have any really close female friends prior and you know, kinda was a disaster. So anyway one time, she said that I have this stare. She didn't describe it with a word, I asked if she thought it was rapey or intense but she she said it was as if I was studying everything about her. Which is actually kinda rapey if you think about it. I never actually realised up until the point she mentioned it how much I actually notice when I look at stuff. I always figured everyone had a keen eye for detail, which I guess isn't true.
That's really all I have to say. I actually had another topic I wanted to talk about but I totally can't remember it, so you'll have to settle for this.
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
"Refugees"
So with Da'esh taking large swathes of land in the Levant region, plenty of Kurds, Syrians and Iraqis have been forced out of their homes, faced with the threat of death. They've gone to places like Hungary, who have turned them back and many look to Europe for refuge. In this whole fiasco, plenty of other nationalities have been taking advantage of the situation to seek economic refuge. They tear up their passports and other identification, take a dangerous journey across the Mediterranean and land themselves in Italy, ground zero for their eventual journey to Swedistan or Deutschistan (Sweden and Germany, among other countries commonly sought after by "asylum seekers").
Honestly my personal opinion is this: fuck all these people. Don't get me wrong, really, if you're getting rekt by some political issue in your country, like maybe you're an Afghani escaping the Taliban or a Syrian from Aleppo, Raqqah or a Kurd from Kobaniye trying to escape from Da'esh with your whole family, that's cool. (I've seen a story of a teen escaping Syria because he didn't want to be conscripted, IMO that's unacceptable) But if you're an economic refugee, that's not cool. Your entire country is in economic shambles, what gives you the right to escape it simply because you made this arduous journey from your country? Hell no, deport these fucks I say. And even for the refugees of the former kind, they should be deported the moment their country is deemed safe enough for them to be returned. It is absurd that suddenly, these people manage to get a free pass because some shitty shit happened to them. Think about it, it shouldn't be easier for a poor Syrian with no education qualifications, no contacts, no knowledge in German or German culture or anything else that would be deemed beneficial to the German society to become a German citizen compared to say maybe a wealthy Chinese business man with decent enough German and several stakes in multiple German companies.
So that's just my 2 cents, it is fine to accept refugees of the non-economic kind, but only for as long as they are safer here than they would in their home country. They shouldn't be allowed to remain for longer than that and continue to be a leech to the host nation's taxpayers. Hell, remember that refugee that I mentioned earlier from Syria? While awaiting his asylum acceptance, he was given an allowance. For free. FREE. He didn't have to do community service, help produce some trinkets for sale, absolutely nothing that contributes to the German economy. And then he got to tour Germany on German taxpayer's money. The government paid him to tour the nation and generally do nothing. Absurd, I say. Absolutely absurd. Now think about it, this multiplied by hundreds of thousands of refugees? That's hospitals, roads, subsidies, scholarships and what not that instead of going to the German people, goes to these refugees that are here for the fun instead. Unacceptable.
Honestly my personal opinion is this: fuck all these people. Don't get me wrong, really, if you're getting rekt by some political issue in your country, like maybe you're an Afghani escaping the Taliban or a Syrian from Aleppo, Raqqah or a Kurd from Kobaniye trying to escape from Da'esh with your whole family, that's cool. (I've seen a story of a teen escaping Syria because he didn't want to be conscripted, IMO that's unacceptable) But if you're an economic refugee, that's not cool. Your entire country is in economic shambles, what gives you the right to escape it simply because you made this arduous journey from your country? Hell no, deport these fucks I say. And even for the refugees of the former kind, they should be deported the moment their country is deemed safe enough for them to be returned. It is absurd that suddenly, these people manage to get a free pass because some shitty shit happened to them. Think about it, it shouldn't be easier for a poor Syrian with no education qualifications, no contacts, no knowledge in German or German culture or anything else that would be deemed beneficial to the German society to become a German citizen compared to say maybe a wealthy Chinese business man with decent enough German and several stakes in multiple German companies.
So that's just my 2 cents, it is fine to accept refugees of the non-economic kind, but only for as long as they are safer here than they would in their home country. They shouldn't be allowed to remain for longer than that and continue to be a leech to the host nation's taxpayers. Hell, remember that refugee that I mentioned earlier from Syria? While awaiting his asylum acceptance, he was given an allowance. For free. FREE. He didn't have to do community service, help produce some trinkets for sale, absolutely nothing that contributes to the German economy. And then he got to tour Germany on German taxpayer's money. The government paid him to tour the nation and generally do nothing. Absurd, I say. Absolutely absurd. Now think about it, this multiplied by hundreds of thousands of refugees? That's hospitals, roads, subsidies, scholarships and what not that instead of going to the German people, goes to these refugees that are here for the fun instead. Unacceptable.
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
A Friendship But Not A Relationship
So it's been over a month since my last blog post and school has already started for a week, it's currently in its second week now and quickly, work is seemingly already piled high ahead of me, I can only hope I can achieve a 4.0 GPA to bring it up but I highly doubt I can hit that. But that's not the topic of what I have to say today. It's on an entirely different spectrum.
For most people, they have a few friends of the opposite gender. Sometimes more than their own, which is perfectly fine. I don't have many friends who are girls, I can probably count it on one hand if I had to, which then again, I don't have many friends either. Most other people I know I'd only count as acquaintances. To me, the word 'friend' just has so much more meaning and power than to others. Some people only have to meet a person once or twice before deciding they're their friends (supposing they like them). For me, it's more like twenty. Minor digression, back to the point I was going to say, so sometimes, there's this friend of the opposite gender you really hit it off with. It's at the point where you have so many things you can talk about, movies, games, anything really. All your mutual friends are speculating if you're together, you hear them and laugh it off but then you doubt yourself for a moment. What if you really like them? Would you miss out if you don't act? Could he/she be the soulmate you were destined for?
And so you acted, or it could be that the other other party acted first. You end up together. Happiest 3 months of your life. Maybe rest of your life. And then strife. National Service, taxing classes, work stresses. Argument. Life so turbulent. You question if really you were meant for each other. Increasingly, you notice the things you never saw before, say words of war. At the same time, so does he/she. Tensions rise and they drop their guise. Suddenly you realise that you're not meant to be. Words you didn't intend, an unwanted end. After 3 weeks, you run into them. It was fleet, your eyes meet. Pleas quietly said, no mends to be made, heart cut by a blade. You drink your mead, try to stop the bleed. Passage of a melancholy tide, tears have dried.
So before I get too carried away with the rhymes (actually it's just that it's gotten too hard), the crux of what I've been trying to say is that just because you have a great friendship doesn't mean that you'll have a great relationship. There's always things that you will never show your friends, likewise so will the other party. Things you'll expect of a significant other but not a friend. I've personally seen this in my own relationships (only in one actually but still) and that from people around me. Somehow, even when they're in the wrong (I'm talking for objective issues like if the sun is a star), they want the other party to cede to them, but they might simply accept that they were wrong and not fight over it if it was a friend instead who told them they were wrong. This is just one example of the things that could be expected from a significant other that won't be expected from a friend. Somehow, just because they're together, it is expected that the significant other should be treated differently, like royalty. And honestly, I don't think that's a viable relationship. You got together at first because you enjoyed each other's company. Then when unrealistic or sudden expectations are placed on the other party, suddenly your company ceases to be as desirable to the other party. You show things you wouldn't show your friends but would show your family. They see that you're not all that you're cropped up to be, likewise so will you, and well, things don't end well.
So don't be overly hasty. Sometimes, all that you'll ever be meant for is just a friendship but of course, that doesn't mean you can never be more than that.
For most people, they have a few friends of the opposite gender. Sometimes more than their own, which is perfectly fine. I don't have many friends who are girls, I can probably count it on one hand if I had to, which then again, I don't have many friends either. Most other people I know I'd only count as acquaintances. To me, the word 'friend' just has so much more meaning and power than to others. Some people only have to meet a person once or twice before deciding they're their friends (supposing they like them). For me, it's more like twenty. Minor digression, back to the point I was going to say, so sometimes, there's this friend of the opposite gender you really hit it off with. It's at the point where you have so many things you can talk about, movies, games, anything really. All your mutual friends are speculating if you're together, you hear them and laugh it off but then you doubt yourself for a moment. What if you really like them? Would you miss out if you don't act? Could he/she be the soulmate you were destined for?
And so you acted, or it could be that the other other party acted first. You end up together. Happiest 3 months of your life. Maybe rest of your life. And then strife. National Service, taxing classes, work stresses. Argument. Life so turbulent. You question if really you were meant for each other. Increasingly, you notice the things you never saw before, say words of war. At the same time, so does he/she. Tensions rise and they drop their guise. Suddenly you realise that you're not meant to be. Words you didn't intend, an unwanted end. After 3 weeks, you run into them. It was fleet, your eyes meet. Pleas quietly said, no mends to be made, heart cut by a blade. You drink your mead, try to stop the bleed. Passage of a melancholy tide, tears have dried.
So before I get too carried away with the rhymes (actually it's just that it's gotten too hard), the crux of what I've been trying to say is that just because you have a great friendship doesn't mean that you'll have a great relationship. There's always things that you will never show your friends, likewise so will the other party. Things you'll expect of a significant other but not a friend. I've personally seen this in my own relationships (only in one actually but still) and that from people around me. Somehow, even when they're in the wrong (I'm talking for objective issues like if the sun is a star), they want the other party to cede to them, but they might simply accept that they were wrong and not fight over it if it was a friend instead who told them they were wrong. This is just one example of the things that could be expected from a significant other that won't be expected from a friend. Somehow, just because they're together, it is expected that the significant other should be treated differently, like royalty. And honestly, I don't think that's a viable relationship. You got together at first because you enjoyed each other's company. Then when unrealistic or sudden expectations are placed on the other party, suddenly your company ceases to be as desirable to the other party. You show things you wouldn't show your friends but would show your family. They see that you're not all that you're cropped up to be, likewise so will you, and well, things don't end well.
So don't be overly hasty. Sometimes, all that you'll ever be meant for is just a friendship but of course, that doesn't mean you can never be more than that.
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