Valentine’s Day is looming and so I’m going to come right out and say it: I am a romantic. The Oxford English Dictionary’s second defintion of romantic is, “of, characterized by, or suggestive of an idealized view of reality. . . ” Further, the OED defines “idealized” as “regard or represent as perfect or better than reality.”
My idealized view of reality has many faces. For example, I believe certain scenes in movies are real. The battle scenes in The Lord of the Rings, for example, are real and make my heart swell every time I see them. They make me want to participate. I believe, and I don’t want any additional footage trying to convince me that special effects, camera angles, and choreography were involved. I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT!
Another face of my romanticism works for me in literature. For example, I believe every word of The Life of Pi. I believe the story. I believe Richard Parker was a real tiger and that he and Pi made it to Mexico and Richard Parker strolled off into the jungle and found a girl tiger and they had cubs and a nice habitat and pizza delivery. So don’t tell me Richard Parker was a symbol for something else. He was a tiger.
Also, I tend to be a romantic when it comes to sports. I believe my Iowa Hawkeyes will win next year’s BCS championship and this year’s Final Four. And the Red Sox will win the next World Series.
Finally, I must say that my romantic view of my long-suffering wife is based on facts that interface perfectly with “an idealized view of reality” and “perfect or better than in reality.” You can look it up.