Chaos. A beautiful chaos. Possibly that is the closest definition I can give to women. The „beautiful” part is relative and does not apply to all women. Not because they don’t have a perfect fit body, but because their personality and character are so low that I fear. I fear of becoming one of them. I look at them and wonder what on Earth trashed them so much?
Last time I had anything to do with a relationship it involved meeting up for a coffee quite often, talking face-to-face, hanging out, having a lot of social interaction (you perv, go away!). I am not that old, I am really not old, but in a few months (1-2 years) things have changed big time.
We are on the doormat of summer. It’s already May and slowly the temperature rises and the clothes get thinner and less. This means that there are more and more possibilities of social interactions because people are going out of their houses tempted by the sunny coffee shop terraces and flowerish alleys. This also means that there are more chances to stumble across a feverish crush or a possible long-time relationship. Hah, if only…
Have you noticed what I’ve noticed? It’s been a couple of weeks since this idea clearly formed in my head but I decided to leave it latent and continue to observe people around me – strangers, family, friends, myself, etc. The thing is, people are scared. They are constantly paranoid, fretting, brooding, yelling, running. What’s happening?
If you are a consumer of literature, cinema and other form of art, you surely consumed love stories, too. The miracle of love appearing from nowhere to the most unhappy and changing their life for the better. In real life, we follow those stories creating guidelines and ratings that would help us find love. However, there is one secret that everybody overlooks in those love stories.
