June is the month most people get married in, yes? I suppose that's a nice sentiment. Happy, sunny month equals happy, sunny lives. Idealists with their vision skewed by reckless romance and optimism. I don't know where this post is going except I've been watching too much television, my brain is ergo a rich frappe of reality and hyperbole and the imaginary. And all three of those rhyme so yay.
Really, nothing screams "child of divorced parents" more than total jadedness to the idea of love. I'm so predictable, shame on me. That excuse is only freudian, though. There's nothing that can't be blamed on some psychological, subconscious, or parental level that I have no control over. Not my fault, la la la. Why am I the way I am?* Genetics. My upbringing. My inner self is emotionally malnourished or some such metaphor. Granted, these personality traits, if inherent in my being, are strengthened by whatever observations I've made of romantic situations. Fictional romance always turns out better than real romance, that's a given. Sure everyone has quirks and issues and there's a plot twist 40 minutes in, but it works out okay. People with issues get people with issues, but they both turn out better for it. That being said, if my life was a movie**, and whoever I got paired with had to match me tit-for-tat*** on the crazy scale (as per my pervious statement), I'd probably end up with an obsessive compulsive grammar-nazi orphan who eats only red things on Thursdays and SHOUTS every few words FOR no REASON.**** With a nice speaking voice. And who smells good.*****
*That is to say a *bit* cynically optimistic, contradictory, socially inept, childish and weird...
**Which would be fun...
***That's such an underused expression. Probably because it sounds a tad suggestive. :)
****Or something. See Paragraph 1 Sentence 5 for explanation.
*****More important than the rest of the list by far.