I know. I know. Buzzfeed has completely taken over your Facebook walls and everyone is finding ways to block the time consuming, brain killing website that overflows with cats, Mean Girl quotes, and quizzes that reveals what Saved By The Bell character you really are. I get it. But something snuck onto my wall a few days ago that I wanted to share with the fam:
So many of my “friends” (it’s Facebook, ya’ll-let’s not kid ourselves) have been sharing this link that gives you ‘23 Ways You Know You’re Not The Romantic Type’. I finally read it today and by the time I got to the 13th Way, I chose not to gag myself and instead, write about it.
(Side note: I know, I’ve been neglecting you guys. I feel horrible but life is just sooooo busy. How busy? I can give you 13 Ways You Know You’re Busy as Fuck. #1 There is a permanent drool stain on your face from the 2.5 hrs of sleep you’re averaging a night…)
But I digress.
I started reading this just as a way to fill time and I ended actually getting a little upset. The post, however in jest it may be, pretty much scoffs at romance. Because no one likes romance. Because romance is so annoying. Because romance is for LOSERS. But not just any losers, losers who have decided to couple up and become COMBO LOSERS.
Look, I get it. You’re single and your best friend comes to dinner with her boyfriend and they’re practicing their Eskimo kisses and that shit is disgusting. I understand. But think about that last time you were in a relationship (or, at least, a respectable fuck buddy partnership). You went through times when you probably wanted to gag yourself with how in love-or in lust-you were, and what’s wrong with that? What’s wrong with leaning into love and like and lust and sharing that with the person who, at least for that moment, feels exactly the same way? If you’ve ever gone through a break up, you know that time is fleeting and precious, so making fun of people who are going through it seems a bit like Hateration.
I recently had a meeting with this person in charge of a fellowship I received and she told me, after asking me what I wanted in life and making me cry a little because I thought this was just a 15 minute information session but ended up being the Most Real of Real Talks I’ve had in a while, she told me: Don’t be bashful about your wants.
That simple piece of advice resonates with me.
Of course, I think she meant about what I wanted career wise but I’m thinking this can apply in all aspects of life.
Love is good-you can want it.
Being treated nice is ok-you deserve it. (Or maybe you’re a douche and you don’t but I don’t know you personally so I’m just gonna assume good stuff)
No matter how anti-affection you are, I think everyone, deep down inside, wants a little TLC with a lover or lovers and people shouldn’t be ridiculed for it.
I want romance. I want someone I can depend on and be strong for and do stupid things in public like sit on his lap in crowded spaces and wear matching sweaters. I wanna eat, fuck and sleep in during the week. I want someone I can cook for and buy silly gifts and share dumb jokes that only we get. I’m into all of that.
And that’s ok.
But not now, of course.
No. Now, all I wanna do is bang hot-ish dudes, pass out in my shower with a bottle of wine and eat tamales in bed.
I’m a work in progress.