This is a dog.

I have this odd romantic side to me that barely ever makes an appearance. The romantic side that only seems to want to listen to Katherine McPhee in a duet with Zachary Levi.

Deep under all this, I'm a sappy romantic teenager. Who wants to meet the supposed love of my life. And to ride off into the supposed sunset.

But then, the pragmatic side of me fills in and goes into a snarky debate about how I shouldn't depend on one person. How my independence should rank higher than this need to be in a comfortable relationship with someone (preferably one, of the opposite sex).

Then, my pessimistic side comes out and gives the general low down. About how, of course my independence should have a placing, and yeah, I should once in a while think about matters of the heart, but then... everything will end and/or leave me anyway. So why should I care so much about all this? We'll all die anyway.

And now, I'm just sitting in my laptop with sketches to be prepared for crit tomorrow, having a resistant debate with myself. And my objective side kicks in. And tells me to sleep it off and see what I want to do tomorrow.

I hope it involves a chunky kit kat and cornetto mcflurry.

-R