Introduction
Hello. I'm Jess Webb, 17 years old living in the UK. Due to my passion for English literature I've decided to start this blog. Sometimes I feel as if there are too many words and ideas swirling around my mind and it's recently become rather unhealthy keeping them all in. A Facebook status won't suffice and neither will the ignorant comments that come with it. I feel as it a blog would give me more leverage and space to voice my ideas so they can be understood easier.
I'm not a normal person. I don't mean that in a LOL RANDOM WEIRD XD kind of way. I'm quite wayward and cynical with how I see the world. This blog might inspire, it might change lives or perspectives, or it might not it may just be a collaboration of cheap, hypocritical teenage girl ramblings. Either way I aim to entertain and perhaps educate on a few matters. A lot of my opinions are misunderstood or taken the wrong way so hopefully this blog will prove that I'm not a bad person, I'm just a different person. I don't see the world in a similar way to everyone else and not many people like that.
Blogging should be consistent, daily if not more. I always have an opinion to voice or something to get off my chest. I suppose this blog will become a best friend to me also. It becomes tediously lonely to have so many ideas and no one to speak to about them. People are afraid of new ideas because they are foreign and may disrupt the status who and sometimes outcast the deliverer of such ideas. I aim for this blog to conquer that.
I suppose in order for you to believe that this concept of ‘true love’ does in fact exist it’s an almost ‘see it to believe it’ kind of thing? Maybe the separation of your parents has affected you more than you think… Maybe because you have never seen ‘eternal love’ you’re desperately seeking for someone to show it to you or merely vouch to you that it does in fact exist.
ReplyDeleteFor me I have seen first-hand ‘eternal love’ my nan and granddad were together for 73 years and when my nan died two days later my granddad did, when we asked the doctor he explained to us that it could have been ‘heart ache’ and grief due to the passing of my nan. I guess me seeing that love could be that strong I therefore believe in it. My granddads love for my nan was that strong he couldn’t live without her and it pained him that much so he died.
I’m not telling you to believe in love because some people never do. However instead of having such a negative connotation of love you should embrace it and see if you like the idea of it. This ‘love’ that you’re looking for sounds more like you’re advertising for a friend’s with benefits. It’s such a lovely feeling to wake up next to someone who you love, whether that love it ‘eternal’ or not, it’s nice to feel wanted and appreciated by someone.
The concept of love can mean many different things, it’s just a matter of opinion. As you said marriage is just a piece of paper that can be ripped up. But paper can carry meanings, you get your exam results on paper, you do your exams on paper, your certificates are all on paper, money the thing that pays your way through life is yet again just a piece of paper. All of this paper can be ripped up but that doesn’t mean the purpose behind the piece of paper has gone? You need to read between the lines and see that people don’t get married for this piece of paper, or the fancy dress or to show off – they get married because the idea of spending another minute without the person they love is simply unbearable.
I suppose the separation did affect me and yes if I see love then I will believe it. I see my nan make meals for my grandad for him to moan about them or whatever, my mom's even told me that he threw the plate across the room if he didn't want it. For me marriage isn't about love anymore. I think people marry for much more materialistic reasons these days and marry for the sake of marrying. It's true pieces of paper carry meaning, but exam results shouldn't define your future, likewise marriage shouldn't. You can always rip up a piece of paper if you don't want or like what's on the paper anymore. That's what I'd be afraid of. Someone ripping up that promise and throwing me away and letting me blow in the wind as if I am nothing. I don't think I could imagine someone loving me enough to laminate such a paper so to speak. Just can't imagine myself ever being tied down really.
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