Personal Narrative: Chronic Love Sick Syndrome
I fall in love with all the wrong people.
I use the word "love" lightly, for I have never been in love the way the majority of the world defines it.
I think love is a word taken to seriously, just as hate is a word taken to lightly. I love most things and I hate practically nothing. Yet I always finding myself saying I 'hate' this and that, but rarely declaring my love for anything. While 'hate' is tossed around like a football, 'love' is hidden deep in a complicated corn maze like the one in The Shinning. And when you got inside the maze, looking for love, a possessed Jack Nicholson comes chasing after you with an ax, forcing you to run backwards in the snow in order to throw him off your trail. Metaphorically, of course.
Sorry for the short tangent, as I was saying before, I fall in love with the wrong people constantly. I fall fast and hard. And I heal slowly and painfully. I consider it to be a disorder, Chronic Love Sick Syndrome. I'll think of a better name later. Anyway, this syndrome causes me to fall in love too quickly and never fails to leave me in heartbreak. …show more content…
I love a good bad boy. Beyond lame, I know but I can't help it. I guess I like the chase, another pretty bad cliche, sorry. I never liked making things easy for myself.
Here's a cute story. It's my first Halloweekend as a college student and I'm anxious to go out and have a good time. That's when I met him. I'm pretty sure he was into me almost instantly because he paid extra attention to everything I said and paid for all of my drinks that night. Sweet, right? But I wasn't into it. He tried for a good two weeks to get my attention so I gave in and let him kiss me one night. I still wasn't into him, of course. It wasn't until he took me on the cutest date, talked to me like we were old friends, kissed me goodbye... then proceeded to ignore me for a week, that I wanted him.
We eventually hooked up and then he went back to ignoring me. I loved
I use the word "love" lightly, for I have never been in love the way the majority of the world defines it.
I think love is a word taken to seriously, just as hate is a word taken to lightly. I love most things and I hate practically nothing. Yet I always finding myself saying I 'hate' this and that, but rarely declaring my love for anything. While 'hate' is tossed around like a football, 'love' is hidden deep in a complicated corn maze like the one in The Shinning. And when you got inside the maze, looking for love, a possessed Jack Nicholson comes chasing after you with an ax, forcing you to run backwards in the snow in order to throw him off your trail. Metaphorically, of course.
Sorry for the short tangent, as I was saying before, I fall in love with the wrong people constantly. I fall fast and hard. And I heal slowly and painfully. I consider it to be a disorder, Chronic Love Sick Syndrome. I'll think of a better name later. Anyway, this syndrome causes me to fall in love too quickly and never fails to leave me in heartbreak. …show more content…
I love a good bad boy. Beyond lame, I know but I can't help it. I guess I like the chase, another pretty bad cliche, sorry. I never liked making things easy for myself.
Here's a cute story. It's my first Halloweekend as a college student and I'm anxious to go out and have a good time. That's when I met him. I'm pretty sure he was into me almost instantly because he paid extra attention to everything I said and paid for all of my drinks that night. Sweet, right? But I wasn't into it. He tried for a good two weeks to get my attention so I gave in and let him kiss me one night. I still wasn't into him, of course. It wasn't until he took me on the cutest date, talked to me like we were old friends, kissed me goodbye... then proceeded to ignore me for a week, that I wanted him.
We eventually hooked up and then he went back to ignoring me. I loved