Hi lovers, I don’t know if it’s just me, but sometimes I wish people were different. And by people I mean boys, you know the deal.
You know, I mean I do like people (most of the time) but sometimes I get the feeling that the older people get, the more they are slowly becoming a pastiche of some collected data of how to behave, how to dress and how to feel. That sucks.
I want uproar and excitement and passion and creativity and emotion. So today’s post is about what I wish people would do instead of what they actually do, cause let’s face it fiction is so much more thrilling than reality.
Sometimes I wish boys would talk about knitting with passion and vigour, not irony. Sometimes I wish boys would knit nice things for me.
Sometimes I wish boys would worry about the size of their thighs.
Sometimes I wish boys would write interesting blogs about love and sex.
Sometimes I wish boys would chat to their mates about girls in a sincere, not in a boastful way.
Sometimes I wish that boys would get properly obsessed with stuff and I don’t mean obsessed with Star Wars, Transformers, football or nudity, but obsessed with R’n’B, busses, socks, hair (not their own), stuff like that.
Sometimes I wish boys would not be scared and put-off by strong and independent women.
Sometimes I wish boys would not just roll their eyes when we tell them about Sex and the City.
Sometimes I wish boys wouldn’t be afraid to talk about their feelings without the fear to be emasculated.
Sometimes I wish boys would not freak out when we cry but cry with us.
Sometimes I wish boys would quote Maccabees’ song lyrics - “She’s got her suspicions, romantic intuition.”
Right, enough of my whinging, I shall be hitting you up with funny stuff again soon!
Laters lovers x