I will be the first to admit to having a Disney obsession. I grew up in that decade, the 90s where every girl learned to have these absolutely fantastic dreams of being discovered as the crown princess of somewhere.
She'd go on a journey to some place, learning along the way how to behave and be like a princess, while her "true" self was being a little bit suffocated. She'd invariably meet her "Prince"--more often than not, he was a pauper who went on this whole self-depreciating rant when she eventually was recognized as a princess--and they'd fall in love.
They'd have great chemistry (we're not talking about the Little Mermaid here, which was way too dysfunctional for words; we're talking about something along the lines of Anastasia or Pocahontas), and have banter back and forth (sometimes). They'd get over their fighting, see that it was love, and happily ever after ensued after the bad guy was defeated.
At the end, she'd find out that her "true self" was the most important thing, and she'd still be the confident, quirky girl the movie started out with, just a little more mature/pretty/whatever.
What the hell.
This doesn't happen in real life, but honestly, would you want it to? Do you want your life to be turned upside-down because someone somewhere claims that you're royalty? I don't. Royalty means responsibility beyond the thousands of things I already have to worry about. Royalty means being under a microscope, under a constant watchful eye, at least according to Disney.
According to Disney, princesses are locked up inside towers, only let out when they decide that they're ready to find "true love." True love? Really, with the divorce rate today, true love seems to be a little bit far fetched.
At the same time, I'm a 90s girl, and that entails this weird quirk where I'm absolutely mesmerized by each and every single one of the stories, and the nights after I watch them, I'm left lying in bed (for longer than usual, it takes me forever to fall asleep) thinking about the impossibility of it all. I get a little frustrated sometimes, and I'm tossing and turning and thinking Well, what the hell? It could happen, right?
No, it actually couldn't.
Which is the point of this stupid rant. No matter how much you love the Disney stories, they will never happen in real life because you wished "once upon a December." Never, so there's no point in wishing for them.
Stop wishing, and start doing.
Do things you love, do things you want to do, do things you've always-forever wanted to do but never in a thousand of your most imaginative daydreams could you have thought you could do. Do them, because someone somewhere (I'll bet anything) told you you probably couldn't. Do them, because someone somewhere is thinking the same exact thing as you. Funny thing, you'll probably fall in love, while doing what you love. When you're happy, other people see that, making you infinitely more attractive; when you're happy, people want to be around you. Be happy, fall in love.
I don't believe in true love. I don't believe some Prince Charming will one day sweep me off my feet.
I believe in loving what I do, and loving who I'm with, when I'm with them. I live in the moment, for the moment, and its gotten me into trouble more times than I can count, but I'm happier than I've ever been today, because it's today and not yesterday.
It's today, and not yesterday, and not tomorrow; I don't worry when I'm happy, because I'm not thinking about what if and maybe and what did that mean?!
I love that feeling; I'm addicted to it, to the adrenaline rush behind doing something that I want to do. I'm addicted to now, and to the people in my now.
Whats funny is that whenever I do what I want, when I want to do it regardless of the possible repercussions on the "beaten path" that I'm veering from at the time, is that I meet the most fantastic people.
I added a major because I have a fascination with "the bad guy." I want to be the one bagging them, the one stopping them before they do more things to hurt more people, whoever they are. I want to be the one who falls in love with what I do, who I'm with, and what I've become. I want to be alright with myself morally, and for me, that means going to the ends of the earth to make sure that the people and places that I love are safe. Isn't that weird? Whatever it takes, too, I'll do it.
Isn't it weird that I go from Disney, to this?
Anyways, I think the tie-in is that I want nothing more than to do what I love, come home to whoever I end up loving, or do love now, and to be happy with who and what I've become.
It's 2 AM, give me a break.
Love,
MissG.
She'd go on a journey to some place, learning along the way how to behave and be like a princess, while her "true" self was being a little bit suffocated. She'd invariably meet her "Prince"--more often than not, he was a pauper who went on this whole self-depreciating rant when she eventually was recognized as a princess--and they'd fall in love.
They'd have great chemistry (we're not talking about the Little Mermaid here, which was way too dysfunctional for words; we're talking about something along the lines of Anastasia or Pocahontas), and have banter back and forth (sometimes). They'd get over their fighting, see that it was love, and happily ever after ensued after the bad guy was defeated.
At the end, she'd find out that her "true self" was the most important thing, and she'd still be the confident, quirky girl the movie started out with, just a little more mature/pretty/whatever.
What the hell.
This doesn't happen in real life, but honestly, would you want it to? Do you want your life to be turned upside-down because someone somewhere claims that you're royalty? I don't. Royalty means responsibility beyond the thousands of things I already have to worry about. Royalty means being under a microscope, under a constant watchful eye, at least according to Disney.
According to Disney, princesses are locked up inside towers, only let out when they decide that they're ready to find "true love." True love? Really, with the divorce rate today, true love seems to be a little bit far fetched.
At the same time, I'm a 90s girl, and that entails this weird quirk where I'm absolutely mesmerized by each and every single one of the stories, and the nights after I watch them, I'm left lying in bed (for longer than usual, it takes me forever to fall asleep) thinking about the impossibility of it all. I get a little frustrated sometimes, and I'm tossing and turning and thinking Well, what the hell? It could happen, right?
No, it actually couldn't.
Which is the point of this stupid rant. No matter how much you love the Disney stories, they will never happen in real life because you wished "once upon a December." Never, so there's no point in wishing for them.
Stop wishing, and start doing.
Do things you love, do things you want to do, do things you've always-forever wanted to do but never in a thousand of your most imaginative daydreams could you have thought you could do. Do them, because someone somewhere (I'll bet anything) told you you probably couldn't. Do them, because someone somewhere is thinking the same exact thing as you. Funny thing, you'll probably fall in love, while doing what you love. When you're happy, other people see that, making you infinitely more attractive; when you're happy, people want to be around you. Be happy, fall in love.
I don't believe in true love. I don't believe some Prince Charming will one day sweep me off my feet.
I believe in loving what I do, and loving who I'm with, when I'm with them. I live in the moment, for the moment, and its gotten me into trouble more times than I can count, but I'm happier than I've ever been today, because it's today and not yesterday.
It's today, and not yesterday, and not tomorrow; I don't worry when I'm happy, because I'm not thinking about what if and maybe and what did that mean?!
I love that feeling; I'm addicted to it, to the adrenaline rush behind doing something that I want to do. I'm addicted to now, and to the people in my now.
Whats funny is that whenever I do what I want, when I want to do it regardless of the possible repercussions on the "beaten path" that I'm veering from at the time, is that I meet the most fantastic people.
I added a major because I have a fascination with "the bad guy." I want to be the one bagging them, the one stopping them before they do more things to hurt more people, whoever they are. I want to be the one who falls in love with what I do, who I'm with, and what I've become. I want to be alright with myself morally, and for me, that means going to the ends of the earth to make sure that the people and places that I love are safe. Isn't that weird? Whatever it takes, too, I'll do it.
Isn't it weird that I go from Disney, to this?
Anyways, I think the tie-in is that I want nothing more than to do what I love, come home to whoever I end up loving, or do love now, and to be happy with who and what I've become.
It's 2 AM, give me a break.
Love,
MissG.
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I believe in loving what I do, and loving who I'm with, when I'm with them.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like you don't see yourself falling head over heels and wanting to be with one person forever? Correct?
I take what live gives me, and I love it while I have it, thats what that means.
ReplyDeleteI can't commit to something I haven't experienced, and I can't commit to losing something (independence) that I've come to cherish. It's very situational.