I'm tired of hearing about unrequited love

That's right. If I have to hear yet another Taylor Swift song about how her love life is terrible and sad and depressing because the boy she likes doesn't like her back, I'm going to seriously commit homicide. Is her pool of topics to sing about THAT limited? Honestly, she gripes about her love life as if it's all she ever thinks about. The world has bigger problems, like poverty and starvation and Sarah Palin! But I'm not here to talk about Taylor Swift. I'm here to talk about her subject matter in itself, the ever-present topic of unrequited love.

Ahhh yes, unrequited love. You know the feeling. We've all fallen for that special someone who ends up breaking your heart because the feeling just isn't mutual. While that's certainly sad.... let's face it - you get over it in a couple months, give or take a few weeks. You move on, you find someone else, and everybody lives happily ever after.

I'm hesitant to say that unrequited love is overrated because that doesn't even make sense. But I'm seriously sick and tired of reading about, listening about it, watching about it. I understand that I always have the option of closing a book, turning off the radio, and switching TV channels, but it somehow keeps invading my life. It drives me INSANE.

Take Taylor Swift, for example. (I know I said I wouldn't talk about her, but she is the perfect target.) I actually kinda-sorta used to like her. But then, her songs got old. FAST. I honestly don't understand where Swift gets all her inspiration from. Her pool of boys seems mighty large if she devotes a song to each and every one of them. Her songs just sound like well-versed whining.

I am also sick of reading novels in which unrequited love is present. I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LOVE LIVES OF THESE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS! SO STOP TAINTING AN AWESOMELY AWESOME PLOT BY ADDING IN A LOVE INTEREST WHO DOESN'T EVEN LIKE TO MAIN CHARACTER BACK! It's pointless. It wastes time, and more importantly, it wastes the precious trees in which our survival is dependent on for oxygen.

So! The moral of the story is: People had really ought to stop throwing self-pity parties about their terrible love lives. Find some happiness elsewhere, and don't shove your sadness down the throat of someone who could care less. But most importantly...

Don't be a total creep about it.

Thus concludes today's rant. Now that I've vented, I feel better. I think I'll go eat a cookie now.

-Mordant Monkey