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Being a Romantic
I’m a Romantic and I Hate It
It’s probably the thing I like the least about myself.
When I was younger — my teens and early twenties — being a romantic was the height of my personality. I went to undergrad and grad school for music to become a famous opera singer and lived in Los Angeles, where I thought all my dreams would come true.
I specifically remember thinking to myself the entire three years that I was in LA that I’m different and this city is going to open its arms and embrace me.
Wow, I was so wrong. So, so wrong. After three years, and meeting a Midwestern boy, I left LA for another dream.
I had some growing up to do and life to experience a bit before realizing that my romantic-self couldn’t daydream my cares away… Hell, if that was the case I wouldn’t have a single problem because daydreaming is my side-hustle, if not my full-time job some days.
Where it began
Since I was a child I remember getting completely lost in my daydreams. They would be so vivid in my mind that I could completely alter my emotional state within a few moments. I also get transported to another world when I watch a great film, and my mood shifts for the entire day. For example, after watching the tragic…
