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Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
...So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Screw Prince Charming.

Don’t fall in love. Don’t think about it. Don’t talk about it. Don’t listen to it.

Don’t fall in love.

Why, you ask. Because all it will do is make you love sick. Love sick over a person who in the end will leave you high and dry, then forget you. You give yourself; heart, body and soul, to this one person. A person you put your trust in, you confide in, you believe in. A person who you would sacrifice everything for… And for what reason?

For nothing.

Falling in love almost always ends badly. You’re left broken, in your microscopic vestiges… Left to glue yourself back together with only fragments of your wrecked soul, and the minuscule remnants of your self-esteem… After that, no matter how hard you try to trust… You can’t. People tell you to move on but all you can think of are the “good” times. You never realize that the person you were “in love” with was a complete first degree asshole who never really gave a shit about you in the first place.

Disney gives little girls a "perfect" perception of love; filled with dreams and fantasies and a Prince Charming who will come and save the damsel in distress, sweep her off her feet, place her on his beautiful white horse and take her to his kingdom to live happily ever after.

Bull. Shit.

There is no Prince Charming. There is no white horse. There is no kingdom, and most of all; there is NO happily ever after.

They’re all really just chauvinistic assholes who don’t care about anyone but themselves and their genitals. They lie, cheat, and break your heart to pieces until your left shattered and alone; alone with only ambiguous memories, and disoriented thoughts. Until that grief, that pain; turns to rage. A rage so fierce that your own perception of love, whether it came from Walt Disney or not, is skewed. It’s hard to put your trust in people in general, but when you put yourself out there, entrust your heart to someone, and believe them when they say they will never hurt you, that they love you, and then they abuse your trust, abuse your love, and wound you; a wound so deep that no prescription of anesthesia, whether local or general, will ease the pain. Leaving you feeling completely and utterly betrayed. What do you do then? How are you supposed to move on? How are you supposed to love again?

I used to believe in love…

I will not allow myself to be so naïve again.

Screw you Prince Charming.