small things to get you through the day.

so much of my conceptualization of love and relationships was informed by an idealized media portrayal, it's nearly an embarrassing admission. nearly. it had to be shaped somehow. there's an emphasis on the appearance of love, and the evocative swelling of emotions in its throes, with only truncated decrescendos remedied by either canned comedic relief or a conveniently timed chivalrous gesture. the intricacies of hardship don't make for positive nielsens. if in spite of my ignorance realized i persisted in mawkish fantasies, i suppose then i'd be embarrassed.

for now, the weather is perfect for a sail.