The answers to my Cynicsm

Everyone who meets me thinks I had a bad childhood. Maybe it's the fact that I'm Miss Cynical Extraordinare or the fact that I'm "harsh and cold" [their words not mine]. I'm going to set the record straight once and for all...

First, I am NOT from a broken home. My parents are still married [25 loooong years] and happily so. My theories on love stem from my own experiences, the experiences of those close to me, and of course, the media [I'm joking about the media part, though I firmly believe that younger people should not always think "Oh, it's just a movie"...because those writers had to get the inspiration somewhere].

Second, I was never abused and everyone I lived with growing up treated me like a princess. I lived with my grandparents, who spoiled me way more than any person should be spoiled. I also lived with my folks, who were so poor they charged the roaches rent but never let it known we didnt have a cent to our name.

Third, I have NEVER had my heart broken...so all the assumption that my outlook on love is so whacked because I carry around baggage from a previous relationship can now be put to rest. In order to get one's heart broken, one must let someone close enough to break. Something that has yet to be done.

Flat out...I do not believe in love between a man and a woman. I believe the only true love that exists is between friends and family, that is the only place you can find unconditional love, and even so, some friends will not love you unconditionally. I believe that people marry merely out of mutual respect, heighten levels of comfort and admiration. The notion that Love conquers all and makes you head over heels and lose all your common senses is completely ridiculous to me. Never had I met a man that I wanted to jump up and down with excitement for. Never had I met a man that made me wanted shack up and have babies with. Never had a met a man that I never got tired of or annoyed with to the point the idea of eternity with him made me wanna puke.