I say, Down with love!

Maybe we should get over love and cherish companionship instead. 

Love, this word that means so many things. How can we agree on what it means? The love that you find when you eventually find love and you know it's right, what is that like? Who knows?

Thing about looking for love is it makes you unattractive. When you like someone and they like you and you act on it, you communicate it physically, that's lovely. But this, "Are you my soulmate?" shit is totally repulsive. It fucks it all up. I mean, if I wanted to find a soulmate, my best approach would be to cherish people as themselves, for what I like them for, in the moment, instead of this hesitance, holding back in case you're not my soulmate, but if you're my soulmate, then we can jump into this artificial romance, this construct we know all about thanks to sappy movies.

I like companionship. I like you because I like you not because I'm looking for love, for a mate, a "suitable" mate. I like what I like about you. Once again, San Francisco reveals itself in its role as that place where you figure out what and whom you really like.