This is a total falsehood spoon fed to us by romantic comedies. Love is only extraordinary, mad and passionate for a short time, and then in glimpses — brief, sweet moments. But mostly, it is just compatibility. It is just living. It is just not getting sick of each other. And all those expectations of grand sweeping romantic gestures consistently taking your breath away — or maybe something simpler, like some quirky, cuddly love from an indie flick — those things are very manufactured. People focus too much on the grandeur of love instead of just loving well. Loving the best you can. Loving without expectation. Loving with selflessness and loyalty and understanding. That is great love. That is love we should set our sights on.
Unless it's extraodinary, mad, passionate love, it is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life. Love shouldn't be one of them.
“And I don’t want to make any huge generalizations about women, you know. I’m not here to do that, it’s vulgar. But all I’ll say is that they have no feelings. Because it’s actually men, you’ll find, that are the far more romantic. Men are the people you’ll hear say “I found somebody, she’s amazing. If I don’t get to be with this person, I’m fucked. I can’t carry on. I know I mean it, she’s totally transformed my life, I have a job, I have a flat, it means nothing. I can’t stand it, I have to be with her, because if I don’t, I’m gonna end up in some bedsit, I’ll be alcoholic, with itchy trousers. I can’t! I can’t walk the streets anymore.” THAT is how women think about shoes.” —
Dylan Moran (via barkingsparrows)