In the middle of a conversation among my friends and I regarding the future dismissal of an overbearingly clingy girl by one of us friends, we chanced upon the topic of love. We all were telling this friend of ours to put an end to this sorrowful one-sided courtship that had been going on for more than a few months, and in typical sitcom fashion, it ensued almost too quickly. But in typical non-sitcom fashion, there were no half-hearted tinned laughter tracks or overenthusiastic characters that bawled on about their lives with sadistic glee. It was quick, like a tiger jumping over a fence when being chased by two elephants. But that is not the point of this post, and it shouldn’t be, because this blog is not a tabloid and I am not a girl.
What struck us like a flying brick was a comment one of my friends made. This friend of mine is always the cheeriest among our group. I call him a 5’11” child, but in reality he balances his child-like gimmicks with grown up fancies quite well. He said that love is like a fungus. If you don’t put a stop to it, it grows, and then you have to get rid of it.
That was the perfect analogy coming from an imperfect source. I wouldn’t say he was imperfect, but the timing was fabulous, and my friend was not the first one who came to mind who would have said something along those lines. Love is like a fungus. I’d have to think about that, I told myself.
Fungi are the best organisms when it comes to survival, aside from tardigrades. They’ve adapted from their eukaryotic origins to parasitically envelop other organisms and leech onto their last semblances of sovereignty. Love is a bit like that, if you look at it. It’s hard to get rid of. Once it’s there, it saps other parts of your life away.
But is that really such a bad thing? Aside from Pokemon analogies, some fungi are actually beneficial. Trichoderma, for example, colonize the root system. Their presence stops harmful fungi from colonizing the same root area. They aid the plant when it is prone to severe environmental changes such as high temperatures. Or the Mycorrhizae fungus that grows in association with the roots of a plant in a symbiotic or mildly pathogenic relationship.
But my blog isn’t about mycology. So I’ll try to relate fungi to love and put an end to it. Falling in love is a unique experience that’s singular to living organisms, or more specifically, higher-order organisms, like mice or humans. Love is many things, but it’s not something that inhibits the evolutionary thrive of a species. In fact, it’s the only remnant of something that symbolises life amidst our very technologically flourishing universe. So until robots can love, we’re still the dominant species on our planet. And girls and boys will keep getting dismissed.