August 2, 2009

• Xanga Teen Writing Contest: GetALifeNOW565

  At first, you may be surprised by this essay. Unlike most of the other top 10 winners, it's not about a real life event. However, read each line carefully, and you will be impressed by the intensity of the style. I wish I could pack so much meaning in each sentence I write. Tell GetALifeNOW565 congrats for her 2nd place finish in the contest at her site.

  Dream Guy

  he's smart, handsome, and strong. he is the last thing from a pushover, but he'll run at the speed of sound to open a door for you. he's a gentleman, but he loves you all the same when you aren't feeling or acting so ladylike. he praises you with attention and reminds you how you are his one and only, all without completely smothering you and suffocating the flame. he's a prince, a king, and a knight in shining armor who lives in a castle that boasts of grandeur. he never leaves your side: literally. this guy has never left your dreams.

  sometimes, we become so entangled in our portrait of our ideal partner - in the filing cabinets of our minds, we create documents based on his ideals, his attitude, his personality, his appearance; it's as if, in a distant corner of our brain, we have an assembly line waiting for a top-secret production of this "perfect idea". we learn to convince ourselves that the things that we want are really the things that we need in an intimate relationship with another person, and our expectations are pushed higher and higher while in persistant search of this knight in shining armor.

  however, once outside of the walls of our minds, we find ourselves in the most confusing place on earth - among other human beings. our daily interactions with the opposite sex may differ drastically from the picture we have so painstakingly painted in the realms of our thoughts. the dream guy was sharp-witted and intelligent, but your classmate may be sarcastic and selfish with knowledge. the dream guy showered you with affection and amiable mannerisms, but someone crushing on you silently screams "stalker" and becomes the object of your trash-talking, as opposed to the object of your affections.

  when we demand a halt to the evolution of our "dream guy" within the factory of the mind, we open our hearts and minds to different people: different individuals who were nothing like our mannequin of ideas and hopes, but who burn brightly alongside us with undeniable chemistry and excitement. at the very minute that we finalize our expectations only to fufill what is truly best for us and not what we desire for the moment, we start to run into the people who you can't help but thank gravity for the collision. the second you only keep your guard as high as it needs to be, and no higher, you learn to love - and at the moment you learn to love, you learn to live.

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