The older I get the less I like love ballads. I don’t know precisely why love ballads appeal to me less than they once did. I think it might be because I’m less idealistic than I was during my youth. I stopped believing that a handsome prince would whisk me away on his trusty steed many years ago. There is no Prince Charming and even if there were I would take one look at his garb and assume he preferred men to women.
That doesn’t mean I hate all love ballads. There are some that I like a lot. It’s simply that most love ballads are too slushy for my taste. An example of a love ballad that gets on my nerves is My Immortal by Evanescence. This love ballad has a beautiful piano sound yet the lyrics irritate me. If a friend of mine held such an attitude after breaking up with her man, I would probably tell her to get over it, get on with her life, stop with the self pity and spare me the victim mentality. Don’t imagine that I’m heartless. I know that break ups are difficult. However, I’m also aware that crying in your bedroom while listening to love ballads and feeling sorry for yourself is pointless because it prolongs the agony unnecessarily.