Sometimes I feel left out.
Sometimes I feel like the only woman in the world without a desire for a creepy undead stalker that thinks I smell like steak.
Sometimes I feel like the only woman in the world who doesn't want a hairy half-dog child to love me up when I am suicidal.
Sometimes I feel like no one else in the world has a good relationship, because if they did they would not doodle taglines from Twilight on their notebooks, or stand in mile-long lines in cold November air to see it at midnight.
Sometimes that is how I feel. But usually I just feel delightfully pretentious and judgmental of those who enjoy Twlight.
Then I go home to my very warm, tall husband who yes, is older than me but not 80 years older (or several years younger). A husband who has a normal skin tone, is attractive in a very human-being type of way, is not suicidal, does not make me suicidal, and is not perfect.
Perfect for me, yes. Perfect in general, no.
Luckily, the title of this post is a lie. Since I have such an ideal husband who I love like crazy, even if I feel lonely among Twilight lovers, I do not feel lonely with Travis.
p.s. Why does Bella look high out of her mind in every single picture from Twilight?
2 comments:
Dear Becky,
You are not alone. I hate Twilight. With a passion. I hate with every essence of my being every one of those girls I see walking around with stupid "I like a man who sparkles" t-shirts.
Sincerely,
Jessica
aka
One of the few girls who wouldn't be caught dead watching Twilight.
I like Twilight. That is all.
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