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Giving love a shove

I was about to start writing this post when I decided to turn my ipod on and, of all songs, Boys Boys Boys came on. Props to you Lady GaGa.

Anyway, I was thinking last night about how the very romantic version of love we are fed is completely and utterly unrealistic. That's not to say that love does not exist, or you will die alone or anything melodramatic like that. But, honestly, there are over six billion people in this world; what are the chances that the person you may choose to call your 'soul mate' actually is?

I don't mean this in a depressing way -- Romeo and Juliet can continue to be all star-crossed and all that sort of thing. Love does exist and I'd love to be in love because it feels great. But to say that our western culture feeds us an idea of 'true love' that is decidedly between one person and another person for their whole entire life is quite odd.

I have one person in mind when I think of the possibility of whether without distance we could be pretty compatible. But there's also Robin Thicke who has really super pretty eyes. Not to mention R-Patz (I'm joking).

But really though, I think there are a number of people I could be compatible with, fall in love with and it would be 'true love'. I'm trying to keep an open mind about such things since, previously, I have not been because I am a girl who sticks her head in books and wants a White Rabbit with pink eyes to run close by me...

I just wanted to leave you with these thoughts before I headed off to France because I've failed to give you a video recently. Tschüss. *waves*

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