this ain't no love song

I just felt like just gettin' my guitar on.

I've always wanted to go to Europe and be in that Romantic and oh-so-beautiful atmosphere...the Old World where all the buildings are old and crumbly with vines ensnaring the thoughts and dreams of past generations and all their forefathers and blah blah blah and all that romantic crap that europe seems to illicit in us Americans.

In reality, Europe looks like everywhere else but with older buildings and with smaller cars. There are tourists everywhere and people that I would never be able to communicate with no matter how many Italian and Greek Podcasts I listen to. And I would ultimatly be dissapointed with the fact that I won't be able to hear the whispers the vines can, and I'll ultimatly be dissapointed with the fact that their are cigarette butts floating in the fountains and i'll be dissapointed in the fact that the pennies I throw in will only get all moldy and green.

So, I'm not quite as enthusiastic in going to Europe. Because I know that I'll be dissapointed. And it's not because Europe isn't a good place. Because I'm sure it is! I'm sure It's a beautiful place with beautiful people, but the Europe I currently harbor in my own thoughts is the one of fairy tales. The perfect one that I know doesn't really exist.

I don't know where this is going...maybe me finally realizing that I need to be more realistic?

Like love! It's overdramatized so much! and yeah! Love feels all fluttery and crap when you first start off! But eventually thats going to stop and you have to make a choice to love someone...you have to strive to keep the relationship going and stuff...or else...you'll never succeed.

And crap.