Fairy Tales

It has come to my attention recently that I am slowly driving myself insane.

The greater part of what I am inputting into my brain, and therefore my soul, is complete and utter fictitious fairy tale. And I am obsessed with it all. I love the love stories, the heroics, the heart-wrenching misunderstandings that only make love stronger in the end. I love the Prince Charmings, White Knights, Guys-next-door; the hilarious goofy ones and the strong silent ones. I fall in love over and over, perfect fictional character after another. I cry at every declaration of love.

It's getting scary.

And then, when it's over the tears change their tune. They run down my face not because it (true love, acceptance, joy) is so beautiful, no, now it's because it is fiction. All of it.

Those love stories are fairy tales. Whether animated with princesses or not, its all the same. For example, some of my favorites:

Gilmore Girls- Lorelei is insane. Cutely, endearingly, and adorably most of the time but sometimes she is just plain annoying. And you know what? Christopher wants to marry her. Oh and then there's Max who also wants to marry her. Oh wait don't forget Luke; Luke who is so in love with her that every time you see his face on screen it breaks your heart. And that's just season one.

Gilmore Girls- Rory is more grounded, but has her own insanity at times. She freaks out about getting perfect grades and having a perfect resume for college, studies constantly, and keeps her boyfriend on the back burner only letting him show up in about every-other episode. And yet...Trystyn likes her so much that the feeling not being mutual has turned him into an absolute jerk, Jess knocks over competing snowmen and fixes toasters for her, and Dean, well, he builds her a car. I'm serious. He must have spent every episode he wasn't featured in for a season and a half rummaging through junk yards working his tail off putting the thing together. We won't get started on the perfect paint job.

Northanger Abby- Catherine is so completely lost in her Gothic romance novels that when invited to stay with the Tilneys she convinces herself there is some horrible secret in the house, sneaks around prying into the dead mother's private room, and finally accuses Henry Tilney's father of murdering his mother. He forgives her and proposes.

Breakfast at Tiffany's- Holly Golightly. Need I say more? Not only does Fred-baby put up with being called Fred-baby, Paul loves her through everything. All of her crazy plots to marry a rich guy. Every careless or even awful thing she says to him, learning about her past life, and through her indictment...he just loves her. No matter how crazy she gets.

Austenland- Jane is hopelessly, alarmingly obsessed with all things Austen. She borders psychopathic-ness. And Mr. Nobly is her modern Mr. Darcy. He gets in a fight at an airport for her, bares his heart in front of random strangers, flies across the Atlantic ocean for her...

Okay I could go on and on, and I was planning to, (a certain man who wrote a love letter and had a certain woman read it only to recite it to her before she could finish reading comes to mind. He memorized the letter. I mean really? These people are trying to rip my heart in two) but I am actually getting kind of bored of typing so let me sum up.

These women all have something in common. They are not perfect. Some of them don't even have perfect hair. And that is the proof. The proof that it's all fiction. Grown-up women's fairy tales. Because in nearly every story, the man, though not perfect himself, is closer than the woman. He gives some speech at some point about her making him be better, she is his fantasy, her imperfections make her beautiful, and when he laughs at her it's out of delight not because she did something utterly stupid.

And it's all what we want to hear. The ultimate fairy tale.
He loves you not in-spite of your imperfections, your quirks, your unattractive qualities; no, he loves you because of them.

And the tears run down our faces because it's all so beautiful, and, because our hearts are breaking.