Romanticism

Nov 21, 2010 13:03

I'm a romantic. I don't just mean liking long walks on the beach or a moonlit picnic (in fact, I really dislike walking on the beach, sand gets EVERYWHERE). I mean that I enjoy simple, sweet things that are a bit old fashioned. My thoroughly 21st-century friends seem to think that romantic = creepy. Things like candles and rose petals and chocolates as sweet little presents. Their idea of 'romantic' is paint ball and a trip to Taco Bell. I mean really. Since when does greasy food and pretending to kill each other constitute as 'romantic'? In my opinion, that's just a heart attack waiting to happen.

I dunno. They might settle for some diamonds or gold jewelry. But to me, that's not so much romantic as it is materialistic. They're not going to wear it because it's a token of their love, they'd be wearing it because it's shiny and they want to flaunt it. Because they want it.

That's really what the world is all about these days, it seems. Things. Things that people want. And people will get them, simply because they want them. Things aren't important because of their sentiment, but instead because the number of digits on the price tag. The world has lost it's sense of true beauty, I think. Songs aren't written about love and beauty anymore. They're written about sex and drugs and material possessions. At that pretty much sums up what's important to this generation. Casual sex, violence, drugs, and possessions. No one cares about being truly sentimental anymore.

Sure, a girl may talk about how she loves her boyfriend SOOO much, but she really doesn't. How can she? She doesn't know what it's like to love a person for who they are. She doesn't even know what love really is. She just knows that her boyfriend has a big wallet and a bigger dick. And then she tries to tell me that it's 'romantic'. Romantic my ass.

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