My best friend and I both recently had our hearts broken. I’m talking one of those unexpected, completely one-sided, open mouth crying, searching for answers and getting none kind of breakups – x2.
We’ve all been through the embarrassing teenage stage where parents seem to be the most uncool specimens on earth. From pulling out your chubby baby pics, to liking everything on Facebook, we can all relate. But what happens when that stage has been and gone? What happens when you realise that ‘friends’ suck, and your closest companions have been there all along?
For any Pretty Little Lunatics out there like myself, you’ll know how long-awaited season 7 has been. Like any good friend, we’ve stood by our liars through the loves, the losses, the dramas, and the all-important journey towards the big ‘A’ mystery. But what lessons have they taught us in return?
It must really suck being Mr. Nice Guy sometimes. To see women everywhere expressing their desire for a true gentleman who will hold an umbrella over their head in the rain and carry them through puddles, only to fall boobs over brain for some jerk who will steal their shelter and throw them to the dirt just moments later.
She carried me for nine months, taught me to walk, fed me, washed my clothes, held my hand, wiped my tears, cheered me on, listened and advised, yet somehow this wonderful woman still finds the time to teach me some of the most valuable life lessons I just could not live without.
Who should really pay for dinner? Now there’s a question that’s contributed to the war of the sexes for many years. But why? Why has going out for dinner become such a complex situation? When did this relaxing activity change from a romantic gesture to a battleground?
“Our willingness to wait reveals the value we place on what we’re waiting for”.
True. And yet, we have increasingly become a society of impatience, carelessness and hurry, meaning waiting is rarely on the agenda, even for the things that really do matter…
So many of us have met him. Some of us have invited him over for dinner, or cuddled up with him, a smile forming at the thought of this being the start of something very real, and very exciting. The idea of these moments being the ones that you’ll look back on in the years to come fills you up completely, until you realise: it’s only a matter of time…
Last month, my mum lost the diamond out of her engagement ring. Okay, not the most thrilling start to an article promising to reassure you that chivalry wasn’t washed away with the 20th century. But, I guess that just goes to show that every cloud has a silver lining, and every fairytale sure does have a happily ever after…