Is Romance Really Dead...?

So this question has been making continuous relays around my head for the past while: In today's society, is romance really dead?


It's hard to try and not ask yourself this question when most young people today are totally clueless to a little thing called romance.


Romance. A word that makes you think of holding hands, love letters, love songs, and little gestures of showing you care, like when the guy walks on the outside of the path; an expression of protection for the lady in question. Little romantic acts such as these are few and far between in today's world. Rarely seen and seldom heard.




It's becoming increasingly hard to even envision this type of sentiment in the lives of young people today when we are constantly being plagued with the colloquialisms of this century, take for example: when casually strolling down the street, you hear the faint sound of some pre-pubescent midget on a bike, that is considerably too small for even his stunted legs, shout aloud in your direction, for all to hear "Will ya meet me?". Now I'm not confining this type of situation to that one example, there are numerous variations of it, including "Will ye meet me friend/mate/him?" and of course, the bane of my existence "Do you wanna go outside and meet?".


Now seriously, what the fuck ever happened to the word kiss? "Will you kiss him?" would be a much nicer way of asking, now don't get me wrong, even if it was asked in that way, there would still be no chance in hell of me even responding to the request, but it would just make me hate the rude little fucker a little less.



Now maybe I might be over-reacting just slightly on this but I actually cannot stand the word "meet". Where the hell did it even come from?!?!? It lacks any trace of romance and it's just downright offending if you ask me. As well as that, it also puts double meaning on the actual verb "to meet", as in "Oh yeah, I met her in town yesterday". This means you have to constantly be aware of the way you put things or be continuously correcting the incorrect automatic comprehension in people's brain-washed minds by saying "I didn't mean it in that way". It's a time wasting pain in the ass and I hate it.



The worst part of it all is that recently I've been debating on whether to just accept the fact that that's life, and that this annoying repulsive colloquialism may be a part of today's society. That maybe I should just admit that despite all of my ranting over the subject, it's so ingrained into the minds of the next generation that it's here to stay. That romance is truly dead.


The hopeless romantic inside me hopes for the sake of everyone that I'm wrong.