These Indian movies.

//startrant
In the last three days, I’ve spent more hours watching Indian movies than I have watching anything in English.
And I’ve only got one complaint.
It isn’t the subtitles, because I’m actually starting to pick up phrases more frequently than I used to. Not to mention my reading speed is increasing.
It isn’t that I’m tired of Indian girls, because let’s face it, they’re my favorite.
It isn’t that there’s at least four songs in each movie; I’m a fan of music, so like that’ll ever bother me.
My one complaint is this: the endings. The expression goes, “In the end, everything will be happy. If it isn’t happy, it isn’t the end.”
Well, guess what. I’m eighteen years old, and I’m too impatient for my own good. I want something happy now.
I just want to know why these buggers in the Indian movies can have this movie-style romances and their happy endings with these RIDICULOUSLY gorgeous girls, and I can’t. I’m just mad, to be honest.
And exhausted, so I’m kinda moody. My bad.
//end rant