I am a big fan of romanticizing the L word. Imagine for a moment if there was a Mister Darcy;  somber and withdrawn yet willing to look beyond stations and societies rules…all to have the girl that spoke to his mind at his side.

Eros, meant to be forever unseen, imagined as a monster yet so infatuated with his human bride, Psych, that he stayed by her side at all costs.

Imagine that there is a piece of your soul in human  form out there, just as lost and fragmented as yourself -waiting for that one day to be complete. 

 That being acknowledged, realistically I know these characters to only be wishes written in novels.

Jane Austen died an old maid because her true love married another. Eros turned his back on Psych because she gazed upon him instead of being content in the warmth of his love during the darkness. Soulmates are simply lovelorn people’s desire to find wholeness in another person.

I believe more in unrequited love, the love you imagine and culminate in your own mind. Your imagination forming the ideal of a perfect match or partner. Your ability to Dr. Hyde your creation of the base form of emotion. You attach yourself to the word love as if you could breathe life into it like your own personal Pygmalion.

 I have never encountered the fairy tale version of said enigma. Nor am I susceptible, lest my beliefs become swayed, to be persuaded otherwise. We are not predestined to have one soulmate. One twin flame to be absorbed into our very being.  There is no real happy ending, only what we create and accept as our truth. 

I frown upon blog sites. I feel as though it is a glorified diary that screams frantically to the bored and trolling public, read me! Adore me! Worship my cleverness!  Yet here I am, ready to be adored! 

I will tell you, here within the safe and warm confines of my home, everything sacred and it shall be spread into the universe in a perverse unveiling of my innermost thoughts and otherwise unspeakable secrets. I declare openly that here is where I shall spew forth my words in rapid succession! In this moment of solidarity, I shall happily devour the thought that you may read this. That you will know, even for the briefest of seconds, who I truly am. That in this whole wide world, on this particular day.. I simply exist to you, my most beloved reader. The mere prospect of you, my solitary friend, that you may willingly glance upon this, allowing me entrance into the screenplay of your life, is most thrilling!! In a world where we are all the leading actors within our pure, organic, yet terribly self-deluded movies, I simply desire your momentary attention and will greedily swallow down your approval, or disapproval. It matters not.

If you managed to stay with me thus far, we will get along splendidly. Buckle your seat belt, Booboo. This is going to be a bumpy ride.

Disclaimer #1: Everything within this blog is either seriously written with conviction or merely a mockumentary based on the mediocrity and dullness of most humans. Not you specifically, of course. You will unerringly be the exception to that rule. You can decipher it how you see fit, as that is your right.

Disclaimer #2: I am not a professional writer and I will most certainly use the word to and too incorrectly.

Disclaimer #3: I am an unabashed comma whore. 

Warmest regards,

The Cynical Romantic