A confession

Of all the things I am sure about in my life, this one takes the cake. Being a sucker for literature, I know that the man I fall for must have amazing diction. His grammar should be in place and he should have mastered the English language. Looks are totally irrelevant, family background matters to an extent and money I shall earn myself. Having such high expectations from the opposite sex, I should seem like a modern day Jane Austen to you (who I totally love by the way). Three days ago all this changed.

My friend and I were discussing opposites and I have recently developed this constant habit of offering four options to anyone who disagrees with me.

1. Burn

2. Die

3. Fall

4. Drown

(Don't worry. All are in good humour)

So just when I gave him these options, he started with four other ones which were obviously opposites of what I had to offer. Just when he mentioned fall, it was then that I made my most valuable contribution. I said "Climb". Climb?!! What was I thinking.

Every other day I listen to this song Shining which goes something like this..

"Who am I to break this young girl's heart?
How the mighty rise and fall".

Climb?! Seriously! My friend very casually reverted, "Is it climb or is it rise?"

It has been three days and I still cannot come to terms with the fact that I made such an error. Perhaps I should lower my standards for a brief while.