Please don't eat the yellow ones

Why is that that writers of romance (you know the sort, the sickly sweet, smooth, suddenly-wish-you-had-that-significant-other, happy-endings-against-all-odds-even-if-there's-no-plausible-way-it-could-happen, post My Best Friends Wedding type) do this to us? Why on earth do they have to make these idealised versions of not only relationships, but also of normality, marriage, having kids and basically everything? They play to enhance stereotypes, and we just eat it all up. I mean, what is it about these films that we just can't get enough of?

Oh, that's right. The idealised versions of relationships, normality, marriage, having kids and basically everything. And I just eat it up.

Well, not so much anymore, but let me tell you something. You probably won't like me too much after I tell you this, but it's the only way we can continue our relationship. Honesty is the only way I live. (Even when it gets ridiculously awkward)

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My imagination works in almost the same way.

There, I said it, hate me if you wish, but at least you know we're not living a lie.

But seriously, apart from a few little details (like the cheesy, over-the-top romance; the weird, single, lonely best friend; and the fact that the main characters never say what's actually on their mind; and the dialogue a new born eskimo could understand, and probably also the romantic part, the film part, and the normal part.)Actually, I don't think I want my imagination to be affiliated in any way to those films. Let me take it all back.

Now, the reason for my admission, and my oddly belated realisation that I have nothing similar to these films, all started with the dream I had last night.

Now, it may seem odd to a few of you (okay, to all of you) that when I neet new people, which doesn't exactly happen all that often, they usually play a guest role in a one of my dreams. It's not weird (in any way except for the obvious), but they take on different characteristics, and look kind of different, and aren't really the same people. But they turn up there, and always encourage me to do odd things. Like explore a sunken ship in the harbour, or jump off the Luna Park ferris wheel into the harbour...

Diversion; I had never noticed until now that these new friends of mine always have me swimming in the harbour. Man, that is weird.

I've lost what I was saying. I think I need to eat.

Promise me you won't swim in the harbour, it's winter and it's cold, and there were ghosts of sharks last time I was there.x