Vindication

We're growing up in a society of hardwired hearts. They're preset to only love the beautiful, and to worship the sexy. We're so controlled by what people expect, that we can't even truly fall in love anymore. We have an implanted image in our minds of who to love: Perfectly styled hair, toned body, collarbones, thigh gaps, big breasts, nice ass, abs, white smiles, blue eyes, plump lips. Sadly enough, I have never met one person with all of these qualities and I doubt I ever will. We have been taught to love the impossible. However, it's impossible to be taught how to love. We need to disable the ticking time bomb and release our selves from the iron grip of society. Because you'll never find someone that perfect, so stop setting your expectations so high. I don't mean to sound pugnacious, but I'm sick of running in circles in this labyrinth we call "affection". I'm sick of expecting a god to love a mortal. I'm sick of the taste of bitter remorse and heartache. I'm sick of setting myself up for failure. I always expect a universe and am disappointed when I get a galaxy. Galaxy of Tragedy: it all makes sense now, doesn't it?