Fantastical fiction

All the TV shows. All the movies. All the books. The literature. The music. The paintings. These forms of art have shown generations before, the craziness of love. They’ve been the standard of the era; look at a classic Jane Austen novel and you’ll see the ways people acted in society at the time. Marriage for purpose. The comfortable life not necessarily with love…
And then they’ve been the basis that people set their hopes to. The Jane Austen novels. Look at the characters that defy all for love. Defy family. Defy purpose. Defy the “rules” of society.
The literature; the arts; It is all about creating…no, more simply, finding the beauty. A classic painting of a stormy sea has something in common with a painting of a calm lily pond: someone has seen it and acknowledge the beauty in it.
The utter maddening love in the films and TV is now what so many of us set as our standards. And yet…how many of us find it? How many of us find the fantastical romance? How many of us experience the heated passion the protagonists get absorbed into… How many of us get absorbed into another person so wholly we forget who we are? Who has actually been kissed so hard that they forgot who they were…where they were…whose air they were even breathing? I want to be one of the tiny percentile. I want someone to give me, not the fairytale romance, that’s too pretty. No. I want the buzz of anticipation. The meet-cute. The stun at hearing those 3 over rated words for the first time from the person who means the world to me. The hopeless longing when parted. But more than that, I want to know it’s real. I want to hurt. I want the heartbreak. I want the shear physical pain from not being able to consider another day since being abandoned and betrayed. I want to become one with someone and have it ripped away when I’m least expecting it.
A phrase I’ll always think of; “the opposite of love is indifference”. So by hurting, by aching, by dying a little each day, I’ll know that it was real.
I’m young. I have a whole life ahead of me. No I’m not ready to settle down and have children and all that dandy stuff that follows…and I am alone. I can be alone tonight. What I can’t be is alone forever. I’m ready for life. The ups. The downs. I’ve had a good few already. I’m ready to be shown the world and to lose myself in another. I’m ready for endings. They are my greatest fear. I used to believe it was the commitment to someone or something…but I’m beginning to realise that it is the ending of the commitment that I fear most… They are so painful each time and I bet it never gets easier, because surely if it did, it would mean you are caring less and loving fewer…

Advertisements

Damsel in distress

Everyone…at least every woman…at some point in their lives has wanted to be a Disney Princess or some sort of princess: the glamour, the popularity, the ability to sing with animals…
image
Weird…
Most princesses have something in common too throughout their stories; rescued by Mr Prince Charming. Or Sir Prince Charming. Or would it just be Prince Charming…? What ever way, he was there for Snow White when her life faded away. He was there for Aurora when she pricked her finger and fell asleep (sounds like a pretty good time actually). Even Hercules was there for Meg, though he wasn’t a prince or her a princess, when she didn’t need it. Having a mighty fine half-god with rippling pictorials dash in and save you from a centaur? A girl can’t argue. But they all have another thing in common too, seen clearly in Hercules…yes, they are stories. They don’t really happen. There are no centaurs running around, at least not any more, and there are no dashing young men…sorry gods, walking among us… Okay Zac Efron may be incredibly gorgeous with a winning personality and insane talent at making grown women wet…from tears, but I don’t think he is a god. I might be wrong though.
The fact is that no one will rescue you. When you’re in a sticky situation and you’re on your own, praying for someone to walk through the door and help you out, it won’t happen. I’m learning this the hard way.
Example 1. There was a spider in the clean washing I was putting away, that ran out and rendered me useless. While it sauntered around my bedroom knowing it had won, I sat in a ball on my bed watching and considering any way out of this. All the family was at work. Nic was at work. There was no one left to call. So I sat it out for an hour and a half until mum finished work and could put a shoe on it for me. There was no spontaneous burst through the door saviour, wind blowing through his silky locks. Nope, just mum that I had to beg with to get rid of it for me.
Next example…I came home from work to find a dead mouse on the floor on the kitchen, courtesy of one of my cats. Now this wasn’t a door mouse or a cute tiny field mouse…no it was a mouse on steroids. A big bugger. So what do I do now? Mum and dad were a 2 hour drive away. Sister was at work. Nic was at work. Once again, no one. This time I had to suck it up. I hit the floor around it to double check that that hole in its stomach meant it was dead, grabbed a shovel and disposed of it. Again, no handsome saviour…
These examples probably sound pathetic in comparison to things that could happen but they prove my point. Here is one more for you…
I’m a romantic. I’m an idealist. I have a very adventurous imagination. So when I put up a completely innocent status on Social media, that happened to include the words “whoever marries me”, and I get attacked by the ex-bestfriend’s older sister (who at the time of our initial argument severely threatened nic), I start to want to be rescued. I hate arguments over social media so I ignored it, play the bigger person…but deep down I so wanted that gorgeous, dark-haired, intelligent American boy to comment back and save me a whole load of embarrassment… But as with the rest of these examples…nothing.
See what I’m trying to say is that you can’t rely on any one else. You can’t sit there in difficult situations and wait for someone to stand in front of you with their shield and sword to protect you. It won’t happen. There is no knight in shining armour. No Prince Charming. No saviour. Period. Don’t be the silly weak princesses…no! Be Mulan!! Be Meg who didn’t need help anyway! Be strong for yourself because when push comes to shove…you’ll be standing alone…
BUT if someone does stand by you. Whether alongside or in front…Marry that person. Someone who is willing to put themselves between the bad and you is someone who you can trust to be there in the worst of times. Make sure you don’t let that saviour go…especially if they look like a god 😉

http://dailypost.wordpress.com

Dan -x-