THE "WALK AWAY"

I love that movie where that guy has an epiphany and chases his "ex-girlfriend" as she's on her way to the airport. Oh wait, that's every  generic romantic comedy ever ♥. I just wonder if all these girls really were ready to move on or if they would have come crawling back to the man of their dreams, had he never showed up. 

Should we be walking away in the first place if we expect to be followed?
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It seems that every love story worth being told has a "walk away" scene. A moment where someone decides to move on, only to be held back at the very last second by the person they didn't know they couldn't live without. It's all very romantic and all but I just want to know if there's any truth to that. 

Are we separated by our own stubbornness?

Is it realistic to expect the person you're walking away from to come after you? In a loving and committed relationship, do we have the right to walk away from our significant other? If they upset us or did us wrong, we should stand up to them and talk about it like adults, right? And if we do walk away, they should let us keep walking because it isn't their responsibility to go fetch us. If we want to make the relationship work, we should never give up on it.

Should we be walking away in the first place if we expect to be followed? 

Or is the right to exercise the "walk away" a given? Should every secure relationship have an I Will Walk After You warranty? In a moment of anger and disappointment, we should be able to walk away from our significant other and expect them to come after us, right? I mean, considering they messed up and this is a rare occurrence, of course. It's not that we expect to be followed at the time we decide to move on. It's only when there are no footsteps behind us that the pain of walking this lonely road sets in.

So in asking you, I think I've answered this question for myself. Every girl deserves a Hollywood-like romance. In the little arguments that keep couples challenging each other, we should stay where we are. We should make our arguments, make mistakes, and apologize. We should laugh, and hug, and let the happiness in the relationship fall back into place as if nothing had happened at all. If we get hurt though, and I mean really unforgivably hurt, we walk away. And only if he comes chasing after us, with some ridiculous display of love, do we stop. Otherwise, we keep walking, keeping in mind that there are people out there waiting for you to become apart of their Hollywood love story. And we don't need them either.

A BLOGGER'S POV

Anyone remember Jenna from the Bachelor (Ben's season)? She was absolutely crazy and completely over dramatic. Well, she was a blogger. And I'm beginning to realize that we may all be slightly crazy.

Slightly crazed eye staring at a world full of discovery.

The world through a blogger's eyes is probably analyzed more than it should be. To write or think about the world the way we do, we must over think everything and anything. It's all looked at twice, thrice, then eighty thousand more times. 

And it's not just bloggers. It's all of us who choose to spend a lonely night with our thoughts. It's the thinkers, the writers, the artists. With eyes searching for discovery and minds searching for the truth, we sometimes (but hardly!) beat a dead horse. 

I'll be the first to admit it. Though it's kind of artistic and fun to examine all that I can, I may have read too much into a few things. I guess learning when to laugh something off and when to ponder over it is its own art.

THE ISLAND OF MISFIT TOYS

Take me there.

Don't you sometimes wish that there existed such a thing? If someone offered me any vacation in the world right now I'd choose the Island of Misfit Toys. I'd say I qualify. I don't quite fit in anywhere and I'm more emotionally damaged than any romantic comedy character could ever be. And believe me, it's not quite as cute in real life. 

I think I'm broken. People keep accusing me of pushing people away, but I could have sworn I got angry because they had already gone. Thinking about it now, they must have still been within arm's reach if I was able to push them further. I guess when someone takes a step away from you, you could hug them and bring them closer, instead of pushing them away. I'd just like to know where the hell they're going in the first place.

But forget all that.

I want to hang out with a red-nosed reindeer, an elf with bigger dreams than making toys, and a lion that can fly. I want to go somewhere where the only way I can fit in is by being so me that I'm somebody else. I want to learn everything about the world, and make stupid jokes, and twirl until my legs can't hold me up.
And the best part of it all is that this island is free of condescending eyes, judgmental whispers and the conforming.