Laughing at Myself

It must be done sometimes.

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I was going through my Documents folder and deleting everything I didn't need anymore, and I stumbled upon something I wrote a while back after being fed up with how girls were gushing over fictional characters in the Twilight Series, Pride and Prejudice, etc. I laughed at myself after reading it, but I still somewhat identify with what I wrote. I thought I'd share:

CURRENT FRUSTRATIONS:

-Every book by Nicholas Sparks

-Every book by Stephanie Meyer

-Every book by Jane Austen

-The “perfect” characters in the works by the aforementioned authors

-The crazy, unrealistic expectations that girls put on guys as a result of reading and being influenced by the aforementioned propaganda

-The unfortunate fact that a lot of girls seem to think that communication is unnecessary, irrelevant, and/or unromantic

I’m not Mr. Darcy, and I’m not Edward Cullen. Don’t expect me to charm you with my abundant wealth, perfect manners, and British accent; I have none of the above. Don’t expect me to subtly reveal vampiric ways; I have yet to understand why that is so appealing. Don’t even expect me to be your absolute perfect match, because even if I am, relationships still require hard work and communication (sometimes tough, direct, and uncomfortable), and all things that honor Jesus to thrive.

Late Night Chocolate Milk + Thoughts

I sit here in my room of ten years wondering what the next decade will bring.

In about two weeks, I will begin my last semester in residence at Belmont. In January, I will fly over the Atlantic to Manchester, England, U.K. to study abroad for my final semester of college. I will finish in June, and return to the wedding of a wonderful couple. I will graduate in August.

Beyond that, however, is a vast, unknown space. I don't know where I'll be or what I'll be doing...

...and I kind of like it.