Friendship is a beautiful thing. When Yakov calls me up at six in the morning asking for help on the physics homework, I want to rip his head off, but I always have a smile on my face. This particular smile is the kind of smile where if I were watching myself from afar, I'd want to be that guy.

The corollary of this; I have no concept of family. I do not love my mother or brother. I only love those family members who, just by coincidence, happen to be my friends. 

Where does this put strangers? I'm undecided how I feel about that. Upon first consideration, they seem to be somewhere in between friends and family. But why? Maybe I view all strangers and potential friends, and therefore I potentially care for them. Does this imply I care more about a random girl in a coffee shop more than my mother?

Where does this put lovers? Am I incapable of loving another human being in the way men should love their wives? Do I love friends more those who truly love their wives? 

Damn, so many interesting things to think about.

-Theo