So I finally understand why Jane wrote Northanger Abbey.
Lets face it; it’s everyone’s least favorite book though I completely enjoy Mr.
Tilney and his teasing manner but I never understood his attraction to the
naive and immature Catherine Moreland.
But today I found myself in Catherine’s shoes. I came home
from work and while making dinner I imagined a guy, any guy ringing my doorbell
and confessing his undying love for me. Have I seen too many Romantic Comedies?
Do things like that really ever happen? To anyone? I mean I know nothing ever
turns out the way you plan, and our personal love stories cannot be imagined
but I have to do or think of something to get me through the rest of my life. I
just hope that I don’t get fearful of ending up alone and settle for the first
guy I can force to propose. It’s getting so ridiculous that I am considering
getting a dog or adopting a kid to secure that something or someone will love
me one day. I need help or something else…
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