Frankenstein and flowers
We've been reading Frankenstein in my English - Fiction course from a Romanticist perspective for the past few weeks and my god, I can't believe I didn't read this book sooner. It's not that I love it really, it's an alright storyline, but it made me realize that I am a complete romantic in every sense of the word. My life has and probably always will revolve around being artistically tortured, finding beauty in life's most miserable situations. And god knows that I am struck more often than not by the absolute awe of the natural world. Victor Frankenstein has so far been a very relateable character for me - I know so well what it feels like to lament at one's own intellectual nature, to pray for the blindness of ignorance.
Or maybe I'm just really good at playing the victim.
It also made me realize that I'm a romantic when it comes to relationships as well. I need passion in any relationship I'm in - need to fight passionately, love passionately, fuck passionately. I need it to be an absolute torture one minute and the best thing I've ever experienced the next. I like it dramatic, feisty, complicated. And as much as I hate to admit it (because I am a dreadful cynic), I really like sappy romantic gestures. Leave me love notes, surprise me by taking me out to dinner somewhere beautiful (not necessarily expensive, just poetic), candles and flower petals in the bedroom - I'm a complete sucker for all of that stuff. And it's the kind of frippery that I would do for someone else as well. Maybe it's outdated and overly sentimental but well, I'm probably the most sentimental person I know and things like that always shine brightly in my memories.