Today in English, we read a short story about a girl who just romanticized everything she saw in life and how it was sad that she was unable to see the sad reality that lay right in front of her. And then my professor went on to say, "Well, if you think about it, all of you romanticize your own lives. Not just with love, but you romanticize you, as a person. You all think you're smart and mature now with great relationships. Take another look and maybe you'll see just how romanticized everything is." What. the. eff.
Well, he's right. I romanticize a lot about my life.
And I'm okay with that.
If I weren't so tired and hungry, I would attempt to write some nice, romanticized prose about all of this. But I won't.