Falling For Fake Love

My blog turned one a little over a month ago. I've been so caught up with school, traveling, Mass Exodus, and my own crazy shenanigans that I have neglected it. Happy Anniversary Delusions of Grandeur! And what a year have we had. I started this blog as an over-analytical, high-achieving fiery ball of energy driven by intuition and emotion. Granted I'm still that girl, but a year of tweaking and fine-tuning has done yours truly some good. 

The biggest lesson I learned in the past year was surprisingly in the lesson of love. There is a balance and difference between the love of others and a healthy love of self. Thanks to many (failed) television shows, music, and the biggest culprit: romantic comedies, people have fallen for "fake love"; a level of love that doesn't seem to exist anywhere but in the media and inconveniently in our heads. Kill me now, right?

I spent the weekend trying to be productive, all the while having movies that I find almost too unrealistic to be romantic (How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days) on in the background. Who actually behaves that way with someone they are actually starting to like? Followed by a goose chase & love declaration on the George Washington Bridge? Stop. It's getting to the point that unless we start marrying real life princes, no man will ever be able to satisfy us in the romance department. That's the problem with wanting fake love, it's only possible in the movies.

I've never been one to look for fireworks and flowers every time I go on a date. But the slight romantic I can find in myself always gets her hopes raised just the teeniest bit whenever there's a possibility for a surprise to happen. So far I've been met with nothing but disappointment. Realistic love or more so love in the everyday world, just don't seem to be as meaningful unless matched with larger than life actions. However, I have come to realize and accept that everyone loves in their own way. Not everyone cares for huge gestures but that shouldn't be read as them being any less loving. But do not mistaken this for backhanded words. Actions have always and will always speak louder than words. Believe with your eyes, not with your ears.

So what has inspired this post? All my ridiculousness I've gotten myself into, all the mistakes and comebacks I've endured, and all the insane shenanigans I've created is what makes me worship material. I have learned to love my opinionated, sharp-witted, potty-mouthed, risk-taking self more than anything recently. And women like this should not be willing to settle for less than we think we deserve. Fake love, go to hell. I'll take real love any day...even if it is with myself. x