I just want a guy who would buy me books and read them with me. Is that really too big of a deal?
Let’s just keep pretending that this is what we want. After all, this world is so used to our lies.
How often do you hear lines that goes along like this: “God, you are one brilliant intelligent woman who isn’t afraid of voicing out what you believe is true and standing up for your rights. You string together words like lyrics to perfect melody with essence that bring out true heart and sincerity. I just think I am falling for that kind of amazing, spectacular thinking.”
Of course it’s a one in a million thing. Like always, this only usually happen in books, or movies, or in any other make-believe and made-up media. But in real life, how often do people take genius, intelligent and smart over hot, sexy, and beautiful? I am not saying that these things could not exist altogether, but let’s face it. How many people are more attracted to what’s inside than what could be found superficially?
Well that’s just the thing isn’t it? We live in a world wherein we need to be blinded in order to truly see. Which is just awfully sad because we already are molded in such a way that prevent us to see deeper. All of us have this certain notion of beautiful and yet, do we even try to find it in other places? We look at our list and check our preference if this person fit our categories. Would that really make us happy? For some, it might.
But then how do we even find real treasure if we only seek it in golden, towering palaces and not thrive and search underground, in old forgotten places? We try to find the perfect one from our own misguided selection, but do we ever try to dig up those who did not qualify our standards? We’ll never know. Since we don’t usually try.