Okay, so when I started this blog I set myself three rules:
- No political posts.
- No posting anything too serious.
- Don’t post anything that I would roll my eyes at…
…Aaand I’m already breaking two of those rules, because self-restraint is not one of my best traits.
Unless you live in a cave on Mars, you will know that Love Island is back, and it’s all the internet can talk about. I personally have no problem with the show, I mean damn, those people are hot and I love a bit of drama.
But what I do have a problem with is the normality of it. Random people are forced to live together on an island, sleep with each other and the entire concept is based around who’s bonking who?
And that’s normal, because in today’s society people have multiple sex partners. People sit in coffee shops saying ‘Guess who I got back with last night?’ or sit sipping cocktails, giving advice on the best angles for a nude. And to back up my point, I just read Cosmo’s story: ‘This is what your recurring sexual fantasy really says about you.’
Not that there’s anything wrong with that, people deserve to live the way they want. It’s just strange to me, and it makes me doubt myself.
Now bare with me on this, because I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently. Love Island, Big Brother, they’re all a dramatised reflection of how our society behaves. And so, everybody I meet seems to be confused by me.
This is because I am living a Disney style relationship. My boyfriend and I got together when we were 17. It was/is our first relationship and we’ve been together four years, which apparently, is a ridiculously long time for people our age. And every time I meet someone new, they always say:
‘God, that’s such a long time.’ And then, as if reading off a script, I reply with:
‘Yeah, doesn’t feel like it though.’ And they almost always reply with:
‘But doesn’t the commitment scare you? How do you know he’s any good if you haven’t been with someone else?’
My brain then goes into anxious mode, and makes me question every part of my life. It makes me question my happy, healthy relationship because people believe that love never lasts. It’s like we’ve been taught by a generation of divorced parents, a sex-obsessed media and a bunch of sad movies that there’s no such thing as a happy ending. But I’m living proof that there is.
Just because I haven’t tried Baked Alaska doesn’t mean that I don’t love Chocolate Brownie. (Yes, I am a crazy woman comparing ice cream to sex. I have reached that point in my life. Mourn me.)
And I know I’m lucky to have my first relationship last, and most people don’t get that chance. But the truth is, I got to know Ian for months before I slept with him. And despite all these reality shows, I believe that sex shouldn’t be rushed into and you should only have it with someone you truly love, rather than with someone you’ve only met for a few days. That’s what makes a relationship healthy.
Like I said in my first post, I really have no clue what I’m talking about, which is why I wanted to sway away from serious topics.
But let me know what you think by leaving a comment below.