It becomes bothersome when the relationship is paraded about, like most anything. If they did the same thing with their cat, I would feel the same way. It's simply when something becomes a trophy for all the world to look at, and the holder of this prized relationship seems to flaunt it about... that is when it bothers me.

I understand, however, how it would happen without them actually realizing it. I myself am in a relationship, and have found myself to be what I percieve to be genuine love. When I first admitted to myself and her that I was in love, I wished to scream to the sky and meadow, the trees and birds. I wished to have it known to all and everything that I was in love, and that I was in love with her. I wanted to, but simply said what I felt.

Our love is much more mature, and as such, I can sit back and view how and where our relationship has gone. I was what is many times termed twitterpated. A rush of emotions and hormones coupled with the need to continually tell the other how much you love them. It gets overdone a lot, really.

In many ways, the unnessecary proclamation to the public of one's relationship with another seems like a strange version of PDA. There are moments and words, actions and pictures, that I think should remain private, intimate, and/or sentimental. Those are my thoughts, and some will most likely disagree, but I stand on such a thing.

I just fail at understanding the need or want to continually showcase your love and affection for someone else to the world. Once in a great while may be touching or cute, but to incessantly hear of your relationship with so and so and you did such and such in this place and that...

Wearing a wedding ring, holding hands or eachothers' waists, posting pictures of eachother together in the Album or relevant threads, or speaking of your romantics in proper threads and topics of conversation is perfectly fine. I myself sometimes get carried away when given the chance to talk of her and I and the relationship we share - it's a part of the madness of being in love, perhaps...

But there is a certain point, I think, to where it becomes bothersome and slightly... odd...