Paper-Pusher Love
I'm slowly beginning to understand the frustration of having your parents have particular expectations concerning your potential partner. Most of this frustration comes from knowing that your standards and theirs don't seem to entirely match up - no matter how hard you try to have it do so. When I've come to accept this, it only frustrates me more as just accepting that there are differences mean that, if I want to please my parents, I have to hold back on what I may feel for another. Or even hold back on any idea of interest. Sometimes I feel that my only answer to the circumstances is to start fresh - start where both of us, my parents and I, have no basis to go on. I find out more about the girl, about her family, about what makes her a person while my parents sit back and do their own thing for a few years. Maybe I just need that fresh start. Maybe keep things on the "down-low". Maybe wonder about the magical little things that seem to coincide with th...