(A post in response to the fact that in
reality romance is nothing like the romantic moments described in the previous
post.)
So despite the fact that I willingly started
writing this blog I must confess that am still a little uncomfortable about
revealing parts of my personal life. But they always say that you should write
what you know, so I figured that qualifies me to write about heart-break. I’ve written a blog post about love before
and a year later it’s still not any clearer to me.
Let’s just say that at a very insecure time
in my life I started crushing on (do people still say crushing on?) a certain
guy a year older than me while I was in high school. He was sweet; kind; funny;
good-looking; athletic; slightly dorky and a gentlemen. You’ll have to forgive
me for falling for him despite these small unimportant, cheesy details, but I
was crushing on him (I’m going with it) so at the time I didn’t notice his lack
of focus or ambition nor his own
insecurities and pitfalls. I had unfortunately mistaken pure politeness on his
part for romantic interest and thus my poor little heart was unprepared for the
news that he had started dating a girl a year younger than me.
Andy Bardnard, Ed Helm’s character in “The
Office” once confessed that he knew a few things about love. “Horrible, terrible, awful, awful things.”
I
guess the point of my little story is that even though it wasn’t a serious
break-up or anything, I invested
something in it and it made me feel self-conscious afterwards. In society we
put of much pressure to find a partner or to attract members of the opposite
sex (or same sex if so inclined) that we often forget about just enjoying our
lives. Being a Rhodes has taught me that I would rather have a really good
friend than a meaningless hook-up/relationship. I have faith that I will meet the person I'm meant to end up with.
So I leave you with a part of a speech I
recently heard in which a girl thanked everyone who helped her along her
academic career:
“I’d also like to thank my boyfriend for always
being by my side. Even though it’s the side I couldn’t see, I know you’re out
there and I know you’re proud of me.”
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