Oh, how mundane tasks get in the way of life. I've had the past 4 days off from work... and I find myself missing it quite a bit. Odd, I know. But still... I'm sure I'll be back to whining "Do I really have to go in today?!?" tomorrow morning.
On a different note, I went to FCBD (Free Comic Book Day) and it was a complete success! You know... I had to buy comic books anyways. I've grown quite accustomed to purchasing the new TV series Flash comics because, well, Grant Gustin is the most adorable dork I have ever seen. And he's really put Barry Allen into a new perspective for me. I used to HATE The Flash character. Thanks to the new TV show I adore it to pieces. And then some, really. Anyhow, found some new comic book joints to purchase at. My local comic book store is sadly lax in the ways of old collectables (my specialty). Now I have other options available... that I didn't even knew existed.
Changing topic... again. On to the main topic.
An arranged marriage. How horrible could that possibly be? Well, look no further. I'll tell you.
It's one thing to find love, fall in it, and watch it blossom.
It's another thing to have two families come to a mutual agreement about the benefits of their offspring coming together for the good of their people.
Royalty is a hard thing to deal with. And believe me... I would know.
No thoughts can ever be expressed: someone is bound to take something said and twist it the wrong way. No actions go unnoticed: and the slightest of bad one's last for all of eternity. No dreams get to be lived out: being that novelist or photographer are a no-go. And Love: apparently love is a fictitious thing only read about between the pages of novels.
So when they forced me to get married the idea of it all was horrid beyond belief. When I realized who they wanted me to marry everything went farther South than imaginable.
Put he and I together in a room for a few short minutes and it'd be just as lethal as pitting two starving lions together in one small cage:
Someone wasn't making it out alive.
But of course... everyone tells you that you'll learn to love your arranged significant other.
Only I'm sure none have ever felt the way I do about him!
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