I always get overwhelmed at the smallest signs of courtesy. When a random person holds a door open for me, I can’t help but smile in appreciation. I know it’s the tiniest things, but it just makes me feel good to know that people in the world still want to help each other. I especially like seeing this on campus, so I know our future still might hold a little bit of chivalry.
On a completely different note, I feel like I over-rate love. In my mind, its story book love all the way. I read too many romantic novels and watch too many helplessly romantic movies for love to be anything other than perfect. Now, I’m not saying the love is perfect, I’m saying it’s the essence of perfection. Of course I realize that everything has its problems, and ups and downs. But, I just don’t know anyone in my life that has this love, this absolutely magical, head-over-heels, perfection of love. I definitely know people who are in love, and show it maturely and sensibly, but where’s the romance? Where’s the swooning? Where’s the star-filled-eyes and endless separation? Maybe I’m reading too much, but I just think that movies and books embellish a little. It doesn’t seem like anyone will ever be able to match the fictional love of Tristan and Isolde or Bella and Edward. Hopefully, I’m just too young to understand.