A cousin once called me a 'Romantic.' And me being the stubborn tom-boy that I am, I quickly refused the claim. Sure, I'm a girl and I like the romantic scene every once in a while like any other girl. But I was determined to hold onto the claim that although I like chick-flicks occasionally, I was still not a Romantic in every sense of the word.
For a long time, I went strong. I had found nothing to support my cousin's claim. I don't really enjoy make-up, or nail polish, or spending hours in the bathroom getting ready. Action, horror/suspense, Comedy, and the occasional chick-flick are movies that I like.
But, the more I thought about it over that time. The more I started to realize curtain things. Things that made me realize something about my self that I didn't want to admit too. 'Holy Crap I'm a Romantic. Damn It!'
Though I have to admit it's not really that surprising. When I spend most of my time studying or daydreaming about the medieval era that is a time of Knightly Chivalry. And Ireland, Scotland and England in Celtic Mythology. That whole time frame is swarming with easily reachable Romantic fantasy. How could I not be a Romantic?
I had the chance to go see a production of 'Romeo and Juliet' while I was in my last year of High School. Now that is almost the top of the romantic stories. Now I love Shakespeare. There isn't a Shakespearian play yet that I have seen that I haven't liked. And I've seen quite a few. Well this was a first for 'Romeo and Juliet'. Now before I always thought the play was a little silly. I thought the story behind it was a little lame and cheesy. But then I saw it, and of course I loved it. And of course it can get sappy, but I loved it.
I love stories about love that defies against the odds. Which is why I love 'Twilight'. Which is why I'll most likely read 'Weathering Heights' as my next read. I enjoy romantic parts in stories. And I don't mean sexually. I mean grow old together, flowers, special evenings, L-O-V-E.
Of course this has all got me thinking about how maybe this is all from some sad result by the fact that I have never had a boyfriend and therefore no one to treat me like that. And I want it. And I keep hearing about all the romantic, sweet things that my friends or cousins boyfriends have done for them and of course I get a little envious. I want that. I want someone to sweep me off my feet and surprise me with flowers or take me dancing (although I'm no good at it).
I am a Hopeless Romantic!
And I'm sure my cousin will be pleased that I have to admit it. Especially after I denied it for so long. But there you have it.
2 comments:
Is Weathering Heights about the weather? Is it on proper small talk in Austenian times? (See Sense and Sensibility) Or are you referring Wuthering Heights? The dark romance by one of the Bronte sisters
hahahaha!!! I'm right. I am pleased that you finally admitted it. Don't worry, I'm not rubbing it in or anything. But do you remember when we were little and all our games were hopelessly romantic-although we would have classified them as action?
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