It has been said that my view of the world along with my moral compass is fairytaleish or immoderately romanticized. I will admit that I have an old soul, my credence deeply rooted in heaven yet my feet planted firmly on earth. I see love for what it was meant to look like. I could give a shit less if people perceive me as unintelligent because I reject the “groupthink” mentality that society pushes on me and the generations that follow me. In particular, new age ideology. I should not be ridiculed and made to feel less then human because I value my vagina, monogamy, motherhood, marriage and humanity as a whole.
I’ve been labeled a dimwitted pig who’s only fulfillment in life is being “domestic” because I chose not abort my son. I chose not to be promiscuous (not easy) though I’ve had plenty of opportunities to do so. Obviously, this person is a hypocritical ignorant twat and as much as I would like to go on about their lack of integrity, I won’t. I’am above that. I know who I am and I’m happy with the decisions I’ve made thus far in my life.
There are none so blind as those whose view has been eclipsed by ideology; ideology built on self interest, distortion, piled on top of stupidity and upon lie after lie until the truth lies buried deep beneath. This is why I refuse to believe that love fails people. It is people who fail people, and it is people who fail love. Love always remains the same; Constant. Selfless. Steady. Unchanged by circumstances or actions. It patiently waits, ready for humanity to use it properly.