Musings:

[woodwell]

Here I am, bored to death at work, with nothing to do. I have spent the morning (and parts of the last few days) musing on the nature of love and valentines.

See, this year is weird for me. For the first time I have a real valentine. I've been really excited about it this year, hoping for some kind of awesome romantic night.

I've also been musing on the fact that love just ain't like it is in films, that going out with someone has not been at all (well, it has been a little like) For Emily whenever I may find her by Simon and Garfunkle.

I've been reading my friends myspace's and talking to people, and i've come to feel a bit weird, I even started to doubt my feelings, that I wasn't really in love because I wasn't feeling like gushing all the time about David, that I have no real deep urge to be hopelessly romantic.

I'm thinking, maybe nobody really does, or maybe I just feel things different. I know that I love dave, I do, and I'm learning that I have to love him my way, and expect love from him in his way, and to leave all ideas of what other people experience with the other people.

Also, I read this really great article about romance in movies and how it sucks. read it here.