i was bored and i was just trying to kill time when i happened to read a very sappy gay love story. the plot was predictable: gay boy meets straight guy, gay boy falls in love for straight guy, straight guy gets confused then ends up falling for gay guy and they all end up happy.
yes, i read those kind of stuff. i know, at my age i should be reading meatier, more realistic, socially relevant stories. but reading these stories, pathetic as they are, are my guilty pleasures. i like reading them because it just goes to show how myopic some gay writers are and apparently, they can still dupe people like me into liking their stories.
my love stories aren’t as colorful. they don’t involve confused straight guys. more often than not, my love stories (yes, i have a lot to share) involves pain, suffering and a lot of bitterness. but the good thing about that is i have learned to distinguish fact from fiction. what really happens when people fall in love and when they fall out of it. what makes a relationship go downhill. what happens when somebody leaves and what happens when someone is left behind to pick up all the shattered pieces.
so i read shallow love stories. because they remind me that love, in reality is not some huge romantic movie. there’s no big hollywood kiss in the end. there’s no one else to save the day and you have to work really hard to make a relationship work.
reading these sugar-coated love stories feels like i’m wearing beer goggles: everyone is attractive and all situations are ideal. and in my opinion, we need to wear those goggles sometimes. these stories make me feel young-er. 🙂
they remind me of the days when i had my love story planned out. the days when i wished that love, like life, would come with a manual.
i like reading those stories maybe because there’s that little hope inside me that maybe, just maybe, i’d have one of those too. teehee. 🙂