Chemistry vs. History

Chemistry is the science of matter and its interactions with energy and itself. Because of the diversity of matter, which is mostly in the form of atoms, chemists often study how atoms interact to form molecules and how molecules interact with each other. It's also a colloquialism for how people relate to each other.

The term history comes from the Greek "ιστορία" historia, "an account of one's inquiries" or continuum of events occurring in succession leading from the past to the present and even into the future, which would lead one to believe that past and past interactions can be an astute indicator of things to be.

And then I started thinking about relationships...

When you're in a relationship, what's more important chemistry or history? Even more important, what happens when they're derived from separate sources? Chemical reactions happen all around us: when we light a match, start a car, eat dinner or walk the dog. A chemical reaction is the pathway by which two substances bond together. In relationships, this chemical reaction manifests itself it many forms both negatives and positives. The "zsa zsa zsu" (the unsmart term for "chemistry" as heard on “Sex and the City”) can turn friends into lovers and conversely lovers into enemies... make the ordinary extraordinary and the fabulous and the remarkable, routine.

Enter the reigning champion: History.

It would be imprudent to underestimate the contentment and necessity of complacency brought only by time and tried & true methods… Oooh the joys of not having to conceal quirks, obsess over a misplaced strand of hair or apply lip gloss immediately upon waking up. There something so endearing about a well-hugged teddy bear or jeans that conform to you derrière or a shoe that no one else can wear quite like you. And while reliability and safety are usually thought to be positive attributes of minivan, in a relationship they’re necessary.

Is it possible to maintain the spontaneity and freshness of a relationship and still find that necessary contentment? And if not, which is more important? Anyone who knows me knows I’m not a “relationship person” (if there should be such a thing). I’m feisty, impetuous, perfectionist, independent and have recently been described as “emotionally cold”… not the traits of a relationship person. But the question remains, what do you do when the zsa zsa zsu (from quite possibly the absolute wrong person) begins to thaw out your heart and opens your mind to a new and scary possibility?