Couldn’t you guess? The second post on my digital diary would be about boy troubles. Why do I call it troubles you ask? Because I am the one who’s causing troubles, the boy is a sweet and caring human. I have concluded this as fact quite recently.
Here’s a little obvious backstory, I am a girl with daddy issues as you say to sum up years of not so happy familial relations especially on the paternal side. So naturally, any relationship that does not evoke a sense of continual passion, I find it hard to sustain.
This felt quite romantic a few years ago thinking I shall not settle for anything less than a Mr. Bennet to Elizabeth. But from where I see this situation, where age catches up to you and life wants you to make the big decisions, trouble is the word that comes to mind. Am I going to cause troubles? Am i going to be in trouble if I do not make the right decision or any decision whatsoever?
Sure, I could pull a Runaway Bride and live a life of lesser worries. But wouldn’t the thought of leaving a wonderful man and a promised future keep me thinking about a different outcome in the years to come? Now do you see? Trouble.
It’s always a constant urge to runaway, to feel free or maybe independent. Not a lonely life, that’s for sure. I guess if there’s anyone who feels the same as me, we are just disappointed that the love Jane Austen sold us, isn’t really that bright, maybe for some, but not always.
This is my second post which was sad and contrary to the tagline of this blog i do not see any humour in it myself. I promise to bring in more humour soon. I shall write soon but I will try to cook some breakfast now. Bye.
