Today when I maybe shouldn’t have been doing so much tweeting and a little bit more working, I saw the most adorable Ross and Rachel graphic (you know Ross and Rachel – that couple on Friends who may or may not have been on a break?) It was a series of screenshots from the finale when – spoiler alert – Rachel got off the plane, and we got to see the two finally get their acts together. The Tweet got oodles and oodles of retweets, but all I could think was, “Ugh, I would never, ever, ever want that.”
That’s right – me, the Friends-obsessed super-nerd, finds nothing romantic about the Ross and Rachel relationship.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m an avid Friends fan who will always agree that Ross is Rachel’s lobster, but I can’t in good conscience romanticize the relationship those two yahoos had, because I’m pretty sure when you look up the word “dysfunctional” in the dictionary, you see a photo of Jennifer Aniston and David Schwimmer as their iconic characters.
Because seriously, who wants to drag out a relationship with the supposed love of their life for ten whole years? Who wants someone as jealous as Ross, or as flighty as Rachel? Who wants to wait until their shared child is two-years-old before they actually get together for good? Who wants an entire relocation to France to be what makes you and your S.O. see that you were meant to be together?
It’s just nothing I could ever do, and I wouldn’t want to. When (if) I fall in love with someone, I don’t want it to be the juicy drug that I can’t kick; I want it to be like the sun. I want it to be the thing that keeps me warm, the thing that I know rises and sets the same, the thing that is in my life every day but never stops being beautiful.
And I don’t want to get off the plane to show my S.O. how much I love him; I want to have something that makes me not want to get on it at all.
Featured Image via screengrab from Friends.