According to Wikipedia (the ultimate resource), a love-hate relationship can be defined as an interpersonal relationship involving simultaneous or alternating emotions of love and hate—something particularly common when emotions are intense. You hear this term used frequently to describe something that a person cannot live with but can also not live without.
Most of the time, the thing of focus is probably a stretch to be called love-hate. You hear people say that they have a love-hate relationship with their hair. However, having a bad hair day will most likely not lead a person to their demise.
On a more serious note, Urban Dictionary (a far less serious resource) tells us that a love-hate relationship is usually between two people who deep down love each other. Instead of actually expressing their feelings, they biker. Sometimes they will automatically say, “I hate him/her” so no one leads on that maybe they do love that person. Also, they may say “I don’t care” when really they do. Fights are caused over jealousy, maybe hating the person because they’re with someone else, but really love the other person. Love/hate relationships are complicated, but in the end, they’re exciting and intoxicating because there is a fine line between love and hate.
So, with all of that interesting context in place, I have discovered that I too am in a love-hate relationship.
I can relate to this so much. I spend so much time on this little handheld device. It connects me to my world in social media. It provides me with hours of mindless entertainment via Youtube (for videos such as this one) and my gaming apps. My Spotify account gets me through an eight-hour shift of work by providing me with musical inspiration.
Any time the phone starts ringing and the prospect of a long phone conversation presents itself, I want to bury the phone in the backyard and never look at it again.
Send me a text.
Life is Strange. Live it Well.