Sex and the Chester: Is Enough Ever Really Enough?
By Alyssa Velasquez
Elm Staff Writer
Growing up, daytime television was stocked with shows that had humorous comedy, teenage angst (minus the redundant pregnancies), or heartfelt family households.
My particular favorite was “Boy Meets World,” which skillfully combined Eric’s antics with Corey’s moral compass and accomplished a successful six-year TV journey.
During that period of the ‘90s, we all wanted a relationship modeled after Topanga and Corey, a best friend like Shawn, and a carbon copy of Mr. Feeny as our primary teacher during our elementary education. Their life, town, and relationships were all sprinkled with sitcom magic.
Watching the series now, after having grown up with the absence of these characters’ presence outside of the television screen, I now realize the scope of episodes that revolved around the word and concept “enough.”
I remember one series of episodes in particular: Topanga’s parents were getting a divorce and the process was making her question if love was enough to make a relationship last, if what Corey and she had was enough to have a future together. But Corey, being Corey, fought for more then three episodes to convince Topanga that love was enough. From visiting her parents, to employing the assistance of Mr. Feeny, to the always comical groveling and begging, Corey tried everything. Three episodes and sitcom stardust later, he was finally the “enough” that convinced Topanga to give love, men, and relationships another chance.
But what about those of us who lack a Corey in their lives? Or the men that have yet to find a Topanga? Is it necessary to have an “enough” of something to make a relationship work?
If there is not “enough,” what does that mean for the relationship? Should there be a certain degree of “enough” that makes a potential relationship less prospective and more absolute? When does the enough, become… enough?
I remember one relationship I had a couple of years ago. It was purely friendship until we became so close that we found ourselves at the crossroads between friends and a romantic liaison, something that happens all too often with opposite-sex friendships.
Having had many relationships based off of friendship, and having had all of them end rather miserably, I was not so keen as to enter into another one. Company was all he was asking for, company in the exchange of me demolishing my barriers. Was company enough?
As a type-A planner, I began to think of all the possibilities for the future. Would we end up hating each other? Would this lead to a daily routine in which I became so comfortable that I forgot all the opposing factors that had kept us as friends and not a couple from the very beginning? What was the point?
Naturally, I began to think out loud and all I heard from the second party in the room in response to my trepidation was: why can’t this be enough? Why couldn’t it? I didn’t know why I was looking for a certain amount of something to make it acceptable for me to enter a relationship. If the feelings were there, and if we are brought up in a world so focused on the way we feel, then why weren’t my feelings enough for me right now?
This article was due to my editor on Monday evening, and as I woke up on Monday and nursed a cup of mint tea, I looked outside my window and was confronted with a white dense impenetrable fog. My roommate started proclaiming that she couldn’t see, and the statement struck a chord.
No, sometimes we can’t see, even in the best weather, and although we couldn’t see the Washington College campus through the white fleece that had been currently dropped on top of it, we still knew it was there. We couldn’t define the exact outlines of the surrounding buildings, but its presence never left and knowing that was…enough.