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... and again and again.

My WdC birthday entry in my first blog: " !draB eht sa dlo sa tsomla🕯 sraey neetxis yppaH yppaH" 

QOTD Am I romantic? Lilli 🧿 ☕ wants to know.

Two different definitions.

One of the first 'real' books I read (age 11) was Richard Halliburton's The Royal Road to Romance. It may explain who I am ... just a tad.

Halliburton's father advised him to get the wanderlust out of his system, return to Memphis and adjust his life to "an even tenor":

"I hate that expression", Richard responded, expressing the view that distinguished his life-style, "and as far as I am able I intend to avoid that condition. When impulse and spontaneity fail to make my way uneven then I shall sit up nights inventing means of making my life as conglomerate and vivid as possible.... And when my time comes to die, I'll be able to die happy, for I will have done and seen and heard and experienced all the joy, pain and thrills—any emotion that any human ever had—and I'll be especially happy if I am spared a stupid, common death in bed."

He was lost at sea at age 39. Well done.

So yes, I'm not as romantic as some... I've met some real adventurers! Like Mandela Leola van Eeden.

As for definition #2... Yes and no. I don't write or read much in the 'romantic genre' as much of it I find insipid. I despise Hollywood rom-coms. I did love "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" because... it's "Greek". I watch Thai BL TV series. I guess most would be considered rom-coms but they're "Thai" and the best aren't silly. I'm not fond of silly.

Am I romantic? Not in the traditional roses-and-chocolate way. I'm not good at social-awareness. I like hugs. I like cozy. I like walking hand-in-hand.

Many of my poems are love poems or laments.

Like:

We stood as stone (Zmitri)  (18+) When on the plains of Aroth / they fought around us,/ we stood as stone #2015753 by Kåre เลียม Enga

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