For all the trolling I do (and I do troll, trust me) I do in the internet, one of the things I enjoy more (besides porn, of course) is watching silly videos on YouTube. You see, the vicariousness of this media is an insomniac's wet dream. I have no idea if you remember this one cute couple, Nick and Chris, who apparently had a YouTube romance, then met and now have been together for six months.
That warms up my cold, bitchy heart. Puppy love is always a cute overload, but overcoming the odds of distance, race, and sheer luck is a feat worth noticing. These two have totally documented their romance online and have allowed us gawkers to enjoy a little of their joy and happiness. Too cool.
I guess the fact that they are so honest and earnest on video leaves little room for any shady shit that may go on in other relationships, not exposed to the public eye. They wash their laundry in public, so there's no room for dirty shenanigans. I wish I could have the courage to do something like that. But you know I'd never do it. But it's a good example of not holding shit back, not seething in your own feelings, letting it all hang out. Live.
I have just learned that two couples I thought were at Nick and Chris' level of cute have broken up. Puppy love. So cute. So sad when it ends. So unexpected. So heartbreaking for someone who was rooting for them to see them fall apart.
I find it very telling that these breakups leave me a little shaken. Maybe because I think they're perfect? Because I want them to succeed? Because I -like in the case of YouTube and Nick and Chris- live vicariously through the breathless romance and unbounded passion I know lays beneath the surface of AE jeans and Hollister t-shirts? I don't know.
But it still makes me happy to see that Nick and Chris are going strong and sad to see that my friends are breaking up and establishing the foundations to what will be a life of passive-aggressiveness, stonewalling and possibly cheating. Am I delusional? Blinded by a Bovary-like vision of love that not even Mariah would sing about? Or just a silly optimist who thinks that everything will be ok? I guess we all chose to see the world the way we find more comfortable and mine is through fucking rose-tinted lens (red, sometimes, or blue, depending how you see porn). And mine is more aligned with The Promise (what we put out there comes back to us) than with the cynical assumption that all men are dogs.
Even though some do bark.