So ... What's the Rose For?
By Lauren, age 16, California
Sometimes I wonder just what the world is trying to tell me. Especially when a chocolate rose, three candles, and a "Pot of Gold" box of Hershey's chocolates is staring at me from atop my bookshelf, alongside exactly two packs of hot cocoa mix from the neighbors (some exotic brand of cocoa I've never heard of).
Which, granted, is all quite lovely, but all those gifts came from women. And while I'll indulge in the chocolate faster than you can blink, it's quite apparent the world wants me on a date of some sort.
(The world is a very informed being. It knows I'm a chocoholic, as the candles are thus scented.)
The movie type of love is very cute, inconvenient, and innocent. Mostly, it's there. My brother never got the memo on this, and I missed the section where you feel that way for a long period of time.
Thus, I've had three crushes, each lasting around two weeks. Nowadays I'm disinterested in all of them, and I never felt much of anything in the first place. More of a "hey, I just noticed you walked into the same room I'm in - it's not normal for me to notice that." And no, I'm not LGBT - I'm just focused on my education. But the candles are still staring at me, and the dress I wore to my friend's Quince hangs forlornly in the closet.
The world could be saying any of these things:
♥ A random person will ask you out (hasn't happened yet).
♥ You should turn LGBT! ( ... unlikely, but I'll keep my mind open.)
♥ Just eat the chocolate already! (looking better every day ...)
Now, if only that rose didn't look quite so perfect, so I wouldn't feel guilty ...