Ooops…Part II – Tardy for the Party

Ooops. I’m a little late.

That whole thing in my last blog about adding a new post every week definitely did not happen. Sorry about that. I don’t know what I was thinking putting that out there. So, we will make this Part II-VII. And I’m not going to guarantee any future posts after this. I just can’t commit to long-term things like that.

Which brings me to….Kyla’s Love (or lack thereof) Story, Parts II – VII.

Commitment. What a concept, right? Nobody stays committed anymore. Just kidding. Plenty of people do. But I don’t. Unless it involves sleep or eating. Or going out on a Saturday night. I’m way committed to those things.

Maybe when I’m 28 I’ll give it a try.

And I hope you all know I’m kidding when I constantly say I’ll do all these things when I’m 28. Because I would do it all tomorrow if the opportunity presented itself. But for now, I’m just going with the flow.

I’ve slowly started to realize that most of the knowledge I’ve gained about the topic of love (commitment included), comes from the “Quotes” section of Pinterest. And I’ve just got to throw it out there – it’s such crap. The quotes, I mean.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m obsessed. I will probably spend at least an hour (combined) every day on that particular Pinterest page. It’s like watching The Notebook, but not. Because you don’t get that ugly cry from just hanging out on Pinterest. It’s just so inspiring. And so totally unrealistic.

Why, you ask? I have compiled a list of the top three questionable overly-sappy (in my opinion) love quotes:

1. “The best feeling is when you look at him and he’s already staring.”

Really? Romantic – no. Creepy – yes. Maybe it’s just me and my lack of self-confidence (which I totally don’t have, but I was recently told I do?), but if someone is staring at me, I’m either going to be weirded out or immediately think I have a boog in my nose or lunch in my teeth.

2. “You and I will always be unfinished business.”

This doesn’t seem very healthy, right?

3. “The way you say my name is different from the way anyone else says it. I know this is love.”

I can actually understand this because I was given the name Kyla Cmajdalka. When a man can say “Kyla” and not have it sound like “Colluh”, and Cmajdalka without adding the very expected, but very unnecessary “-donka” at the end and then automatically bust into a rousing rendention of Honkey-tonk Shma-donky-donk”, then, and only then, will it be love. But for the rest of you souvenir-keychain-named-people, this just seems a leeetle lame.

Moving on….

I present to you, the top three most precioussss ones:

1. “If someone’s meant to be yours, eventually they will be.”

This cuts down on the stress of finding a good man. Because surely he’ll pop up one day, right? Even though according to my dearest Nana, I basically passed prime marrying age about 5 years ago. Bless her.

2. “I’m a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind.”

Tacky? Yes. True? Mostly. I’m not talking dirty like a 48-year-old dude who only hangs out in pool halls. I probably better fit the description of immature middle-schooler.

3. “Falling in love should be like Polaroids. Instant.”

Fave. Only because I firmly believe that if it’s not there on date numero uno, it’s not going to be there for the second. Or third. Or fourth. So pack it up and move along.

And that is that. My thoughts. My beliefs. My procrastination.

Until next time, (which knowing me, will probably be in a good month or two)….

Good bye.