"It’s funny," I said. "It’s very funny. And it’s a lot of
fun, too, to be in love."
"Do you think so?" her eyes looked
flat again.
"I don’t mean fun that way. In a way it’s
an enjoyable feeling."
"No," she said. "I think its hell
on earth."(Hemingway 35)
When I say, "hell on earth," trust me, its not an exaggeration. This is exactly how I feel about love, marriage, and the whole
ordeal of committing yourself to one other person. To me, quite frankly, it’s
incredibly scary and the risk is much greater than any possible reward. You see, I quite enjoy love, Love is a positive thing that should be
celebrated. In fact, I’ve loved many, many men, but the connotation of being in love with someone is much more
serious and a lot less enjoyable. When you’re in love, you have to be
vulnerable with your significant other. So when I said love is hell on earth, I
really meant what love entails. I find it much more enjoyable to travel the
world and just have a good time rather than to settle down with someone and end up resenting each other over time. So if I come off as a cynic in conversations like this
one, it’s because I am and quite honestly, I don’t give a darn what Jake, Mike, or any other person thinks about me. Our days on this earth are numbered, so I plan on spending my days doing what I want, when I want, and no man can stop me.
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