Inconsistent Thoughts on Hopeless Romanticism

This is only my second blog post and it's taking me entirely too long to try to think of what to say. So, instead of meticulously thinking out every topic and every word to make me sound ever-so-slightly more intelligent or cultured, I'm just going to write. Write about anything and everything that comes to mind. This could go two ways: It turns out I am as incoherent as I think, or I'm a freaking genius. Here we go.

Do you ever have those moments in your life where you think: "Someone should be filming this because I could totally see myself in a movie right now." Moments like driving along an empty city street in the middle of the night, light rain hitting your windshield as you look out your side window and view the world sleeping in the darkness; a soft song playing on the radio. Or dancing with a beautiful woman in the middle of a parking lot because the dance hall was too crowded with freshman, instead surrounded by your closest friends. Or taking road trips to the beach in the middle of a weeknight just because you can. It is in moments like these that time seemingly stops. We almost have an out of body experience because only experiencing them firsthand is not enough. Those are the moments that stay with us forever. 

And then there are the moments you wish ended up like they were straight out of a movie. The ones you go over 100 times in your head, literally, but never turn out quite the way you had imagined. No matter how hard we try, (and trust me, I've tried), those perfect Jim and Pam, Lloyd and Diane, and Love Actually moments rarely exist in real life.

Sidebar: Yes, all three of those clips are romantic gestures rather than regular life ones. But I feel like those are the most relatable.

Maybe it's the fact that we (I) try to make them happen without just letting them happen. It's a problem that occurs when you try to be too perfect. And you know what? That really sucks. Why can't a guy think of a great way to confess his "undying" love for a woman, actually do it, and have it work the way he sees in his head? (Along with other cool things that don't necessarily have to deal with grandiose romantic gestures).

Because that would be entirely too easy. And if you've ever been in love you know that it's not easy. Hell, sometimes it's just down right hard. But without divulging too far into this crazy little thing called love (that is to be reserved for another time, and will span across many a post), we can suffice it to say that love is a battle. Be warned as well: careful not to build up this image of 24/7 all around awesomeness because all you'll end up with is disappointment, some great, albeit impractical ideas, and time you're not going to get back. I speak from experience. Love won't always, if ever, play itself out like something out of the movies. (Sidebar: notice they never show what happens a couple months/years down the road). And guess what? That's how you know when you have it, it's real. Love is not a feeling. It's a choice. (Again, we'll talk about this more later).

At any rate, here's to you, the hopeless romantics, the ones who end up staying up all night trying to write a love song to no one (cue John Mayer), the over-planners, -thinkers, -dreamers. Stay in the fight. He or she is out there. Unless you're called to consecrated life. Then there's Jesus.

Also, a shout out to Ms. Elise B, follow her blog! How to Lose a Girl in One Date! It's genius!