Fairy tales?

i think there comes an age for girls to grow up. and this happens when you finally realize that fairy tales don't exist. that whole bull that disney feeds us about a prince charming that will ride us off into the sunset for happily ever after? it's not going to happen. 

sleeping beauty was lucky.

snow white was an exception.

cinderella had a fairy god mother.

belle had magic on her side.

how about us? the normal average human beings that have no access to the bippity boppity boo? we have what you call REALITY. and that's the thing that finally hit me. i live a life of realism. a life where if you wish it, things would go wrong. if you could imagine a disaster perhaps it's happened before. those story book love stories happen only to a few people in this time. Grace Kelly perhaps. but who is to say I'm one of them? dreams are for the fools that hope in an ideal. 

you could say that even the disney princesses had to undergo some sort of struggle.

sleeping beauty had the curse.

snow white had a jealous step mother.

cinderella had evil step sisters and a kitchen to clean.

belle had to fall in love with a beast.

girls in the real age, modern contemporary setting have curses to overcome, bitches to step over, houses to clean, work to get done and there are enormous amount of assholes who disguise themselves as princes worth loving. but we have no magic apple, no wand, no magic, no seven dwarfs. so i think we got the shorter end of the deal. 

fairy tales don't exist. just a healthy dose of what's staring you in the face. 

however that isn't to say that we dont have happy moments. or the kinds that remind us of the fairy book ending we read about. we do. the scarcity of them happening. and the undeniable odds that they become possible are what helps us treasure them even more. 

which is something, according to M. i don't do often enough.