The Beat That Stole My Heart
A Personal Narrative by Giuditta Paci.
February 2nd, 2013. The Beat That Stole My Heart...
It seems like some things have never happened to me or I am an alien from some other distant planet. “Human beings” surprise me, make me cry, make me laugh and make me happy. That Saturday night, my “alien being” went out the house in desperate search of meaningful paths, beautiful smiles, the sounds of music and something that would make my heart beat just a little faster.
Summer was almost over and I was thinking about how strange was the world and how could I possibly find someone to share some interesting conversation and a good dance before the warm and hazy summer nights will turn in to cold and lonely winter nights. It is not that I was broken hearted by the thought that my patience has come to its end, and that I may have to spend the last few weeks of summer wondering about a possible date that will never happen.
I looked at the vast starry night-sky and continued to walked towards the Bar. I sat there thinking about how I wanted to be another person. I longed for interaction with the opposite sex. Eventually, I realized what my main problem was. I felt that I could not overcome all the “love” obstacles that life had made me face in the past. I recalled everything I have read in books about love as well as everything that I have experienced myself.
In the books everything seemed to be much smoother and easier. My main thought was “how people can possibly spend their whole life together and stay in love?” specially after ending a ten year marriage only three months ago, and experiencing the big disappointment that love does not last forever.
The music started and made me feel even more stupid: standing alone at the bar, listening to songs about love and relationships, without anyone here with me to dance or have a meaningful conversation with. I was ready to leave and call it a night.
I decided to walk outside to
February 2nd, 2013. The Beat That Stole My Heart...
It seems like some things have never happened to me or I am an alien from some other distant planet. “Human beings” surprise me, make me cry, make me laugh and make me happy. That Saturday night, my “alien being” went out the house in desperate search of meaningful paths, beautiful smiles, the sounds of music and something that would make my heart beat just a little faster.
Summer was almost over and I was thinking about how strange was the world and how could I possibly find someone to share some interesting conversation and a good dance before the warm and hazy summer nights will turn in to cold and lonely winter nights. It is not that I was broken hearted by the thought that my patience has come to its end, and that I may have to spend the last few weeks of summer wondering about a possible date that will never happen.
I looked at the vast starry night-sky and continued to walked towards the Bar. I sat there thinking about how I wanted to be another person. I longed for interaction with the opposite sex. Eventually, I realized what my main problem was. I felt that I could not overcome all the “love” obstacles that life had made me face in the past. I recalled everything I have read in books about love as well as everything that I have experienced myself.
In the books everything seemed to be much smoother and easier. My main thought was “how people can possibly spend their whole life together and stay in love?” specially after ending a ten year marriage only three months ago, and experiencing the big disappointment that love does not last forever.
The music started and made me feel even more stupid: standing alone at the bar, listening to songs about love and relationships, without anyone here with me to dance or have a meaningful conversation with. I was ready to leave and call it a night.
I decided to walk outside to