Skip to main content

Self Made Romantic

I'm a romantic that has never been swept off my feet.  One day in the bathroom, I asked myself, "Where does your romanticism come from?"  Immediately, I flashed back to the 3rd grader reading romance novels in the bathroom, in the middle of the night.  I assumed real men like those within the novels existed.  But now at 30, I realize that they were made up.  Which explained the romance novel boom around that time.  It was like a brochure.  Are you not happy in love?  Read and escape to a fantasy world that will never amount to what you may encounter!  It's like hitting the lottery.  However, I'm so damn optimistic that I believe in it, still.

Perhaps my love may not happen like the romance novels, but I think it can be found in everyday occurrences.  Sure I can't give my love away, the way I want; but I have learned how to spread it around evenly to those I meet.  My children of course receive the most, and I nurture them to the point of suffocation, but it seems that at the end of the day, I understand how they want to be held while they sleep.  One day, I'll have that again.  In the meantime, I will commence to silently shower my over abundance of love to whomever enters my path.

Inspired by: Lil Wayne's How to Love

Comments

  1. monchichiJune 1, 2011 at 6:49 PM

    guys like me exist...ur just far away ;)

    ReplyDelete
  2. Cheeky ChattyJune 2, 2011 at 10:33 AM

    Wrong answer!!! You're suppose to move ;)

    ReplyDelete
  3. AnonymousJune 10, 2011 at 10:53 AM

    Romance is the pleasurable feeling of excitement and mystery associated with love. In the context of romantic love relationships, romance usually implies an expression of one's love, or one's deep emotional desires to connect with another person. Wiki Definition

    We all want romance/love. The obstacle we face is who do we allow to romance/love us, but more importantly, who do we allow ourselves to romance/love.

    Romance definitely exist...

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Grim Reality

Non discriminatory, non forgiving and encompassing all, is death.  Memento Mori, is the Latin phrase meaning to "Remember your mortality", and can bring a certain perspective to life, and your current frame of mind. As a child, I use to hyperventilate and cry uncontrollably to myself on thoughts of death.  It only worsened when I was taught "The Book of Revelations".  From then on, my idea was to live a reclusive life, and not involve myself with a familial status (and pray to God, I died before the end of the world).  All in hopes to escape the grim reality of death touching loved ones.  Perhaps it was then people became oblivious to me.   Never had I went in search for friends or relationships, but always allowed whatever to happen  non discriminatory.  How is my reclusive life going?  Single divorcee, enjoying her two weeks of freedom. Since my teenage years, I grew a new perspective on death.  When I began ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Somewhere in the Middle

70 years ago, President Roosevelt delivered his " Day of Infamy " speech, following the attack of Pearl Harbor.  70 years today, you can still visually see the sunken USS Arizona, with the same oil floating in the water, still capturing the bodies of some sailors. About 8 hours west of the Pearl Harbor monument, you will find the Chiran Peace Museum for Kamikaze Pilots,  in Japan, and in between you can see the destruction of war.   66 years later you can still see the effects of the atom bombs dropped over Nagasaki and Hiroshima, where about 200,000 people died as a the result of the attack. Prior to the atom bombs, about 200,000 people were killed in the Battle of Okinawa , and about 20,000 died in the Battle of Guam . Caught in the middle, and always in between are people that have no voice in neither decisions, nor the outcome.  Just like civilians caught in between war and civil battles; daily,  weekly,  or monthly,  you will find children.....
Post a Comment
Read more

Body of Art

Twelve years ago I dreamed of one of my many deaths.  For the first couple of years I dismissed it.  However, when September 11 occurred, I became scared and distraught.  Later on, I began to investigate my dream, and now I see it as a work of art.  Many forms of art lie all around, but the most interesting ones can be found in a dream of death that begins with the moment of suspense, through the will power of life, and the masterpiece end of defeat. My canvas begins with myself and others lying asleep around a tan colored truck in a desert atmosphere.  I had long hair, and was dressed in a brown t-shirt and light brown camouflage pants, and suede untied boots.  Suddenly I'm running.  I'm running through the desert, houses, backyards, clothes-lines, climbing fences, and continue to run through more desert.  Before long, I was at an empty tavern.  It was cool and clean, and everything made of mud-brick.  I go out the back door and see m...
Post a Comment
Read more