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Romantic Comedies vs. The World
It took me exactly fifteen years to realize that no boy would ever love me the “right” way. I distinctly remember the night that this conclusion dawned on me. My older sister was sitting next to me on the couch talking to her boyfriend, while I watched Ally McBeal on TV. When Calista Flockhart finally gave into the extremely dashing, hilarious, and charming Robert Downey Jr., I knew no one would make me swoon like that. And to my fifteen year old brain that was just not fair. I immediately burst into tears and told my sister no one would ever love me because I was so average and would never evoke such strong feelings. No one would ever be crazy for me, and therefore I would never be crazy for anyone else.
Up to that point in my life every single boy that I had liked either did not return my feelings, or in the rare case that they did, they would reveal themselves to be very normal and boring about five minutes into the fledgling relationship. I had an idealized version of true love in my head, and since I refused to settle for anything else, I would forever be alone. It took me many years to get over it, and if I’m being honest, I might not be totally over this notion of true love and soul mates; it’s been ingrained in my brain from an early age. And I blame the media.