Earlier this week BF and I went to go see the movie The Ugly Truth. It was cute. I laughed. It was vulgar at times, but that’s part of what made it so funny. But I ended up crying near the end and ended up being really quiet for the rest of the evening. Why? Because it’s sometimes depressing to think about the fact that fairy tales do not exist.
We grow up and we are taught that all of life is romanticized. It isn’t. When you realize that life is not a romantic comedy, it is depressing. There will never be that moment where I am swept off my feet. Logically, I understand that. However, the little girl still living deep, down inside me would like to think that maybe… just maybe… it will happen.
Don’t get my wrong, BF is great. Amazing, actually. But to have an image of a Disney-like relationship is misleading. And if you live your life only looking for this you will be disappointed.
So what I’m saying is… I’m done with romantic comedies. They overwhelm my brain and heart.
But who knows… Maybe dreams really do come true.