Jane Eyre. Hence the squeeee. Yeah yeah yeah,
I've written about it before. Does not change the fact that Mr. Rochester's got it goin' on, yaknowwutimsayin. What is it about Gothic (not goth, judgers) romance that enthralls so many people? Spirits speaking to spirits, souls being destined for each other...exactly the kind of thing that in "real" life doesn't make the grade, or even a minor appearance. Or at least doesn't seem too. And that's one thing that I love about that book. Jane Eyre's character and personality make their relationship possible, because she not only believes in being guided by an unseen spiritual life that tells her "Yeah he's the one; see how he looks at you as if he knew your soul before it was written?" BUT she is equally guided by a grounded moral code of self-esteem and unbending ethics. Chyeah. She's my homegirl like that.
My realistic sense kicks into overdrive on these matters until I'm left staggering with how cavalierly I treat the topic of soul mates and how they're so unrealistic. But deep in the darkest recesses of my soul I hope and think
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.My greatest hope is that I'll find someone who understands me--and lets me understand him--without trying. That's also my greatest fear.
