… if the stories I’m attracted to, the ones of unrequited, star-crossed love and poignant misunderstandings, shape my view of things somehow, so those stories that bore me, the stories of love requited, of complications sorted, those stories and the aspects that make up their core are somehow ignored; that somewhere in there, I’m really just a sucker for melodrama of the highest order.
Nah, who am I kidding? Oh right, myself.
Random thought: If ‘un’ indicates the opposite, then surely the opposite of ‘understanding’ is ‘derstanding’?
Feel free to ignore this. All of it.