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What’s Your Fairy Tale?

As most little girls, I grew up hearing fairy tales, in which the prince and the princess get married in the end and live happily every after. And, from the time I was a little girl, I would see my little friends dreaming about their prince charming and the day he would scoop them up in a white horse, have a beautiful wedding and ride together into the sunshine.

I’m not sure when I realized there was something wrong with me, that I was different from my little friends, but it’s been a long time. While, for most of my childhood years my friends were dreaming about Leonardo DiCaprio and how he was the King of the World, I was thinking about how I wanted to be an actress when I grew up.

Or a detective. An archaeologist.

And then, an author.

But from when I was very little, my dreams never, ever consisted in getting married and having a family. It was always, always about having a job that I loved. And that was something very hard to grow up with. Honestly, sometimes, it still is. I remember having my friends being guy crazed and talking about guys all the time. It’s not like I have anything against guys — guys are awesome, I love guys! I liked talking about guys, too. But not all the time. I definitely didn’t like talking about future plans, because mine were so differently from theirs. Theirs were about meeting the love of their life an having a great family. Mine? I just want a job that makes me feel whole.

It’s not that I want to be alone, of course not. But… I never saw being with someone as something essential in my life. I have this friend — and she knows who she is — who tells me she needs to learn how to be alone. That she’s never been alone since she started having boyfriend at the age of thirteen. She says she feels she needs to be with someone, always. For me, that’s never been the case. In fact, I kind of feel better alone.

Maybe it’s because I’m a product of a “broken home” (I’m using the term sarcastically, in case you couldn’t tell), but I’m one of those kids who never dreamed of getting married, but has always wanted ex-husbands, just like my mom (hers are the best!). I say this jokingly, but this is kind of the spirit.

The way I see it, though, is that A LOT of people I know see life a this thing where you have one soulmate, someone who completes you and makes you whole. I just think that life is a very long time to be with someone. I think there are many people out there who can make you happy. I think many guys can make me happy, for different reasons, at different times of my life. I want to meet these guys. I want to be with these guys. I don’t need to be with one of them forever or have a piece of paper to prove we’re together. I just want to enjoy the time we have.

On the other hand, there’s the job  thing. Of course, when you think about it, there could be a lot of things that make you happy. But could there? The way I see it, when you find something that makes it worth it, you hold on to it. When you find something that makes you wake up every day in the morning, you hold on to it.  When you find something that gives you a burning passion, you better damn well hold on to it.

But, Barbie, you ask me, don’t all these things apply to a person, too? My boyfriend makes me feel that way! I say great for you. But this stimuli  for you to feel this way cannot come from someone else. Not from a husband, a boyfriend or children. It needs to come from you, for you. Or you’ll have a wonderful family and still feel emotionally and personally frustrated. You’ll feel like you have everything, but you’re missing yourself and your passion.

When you have passion, though, you can find everything else. That’s what I believe anyway. You have an awesome job that you love? Your life is made, sister. You don’t need anyone else  to be successful and whole. Once you are, then everything else is just complementing this.

I’m twenty-five and my friends are not boyfriend crazed anymore. They’re wedding crazed now. All they ever talk about is weddings, engagements and everything in between. Sometimes, I feel like the only reason they want a stable job is so they can have  good income so they’re ready to get married.

Me? I’m still trying to get to my passion. To that burning force inside of me that makes me whole. No one else can do that for me. That’s my fairy tale. I wish the movies, the books, the stories would show that more often. One of the most amazing movies I’ve ever seen was a romantic comedy in which the girl doesn’t get the guy, she gets the job of her dream, which, to me, is the perfect ending. I can’t imagine a better thing to get.

Now, I ask you: What’s your fairy tale?

Answered the poll above? Awesome! Tell me why! What did you dream of when you were a kid? Did you dream of getting married? Having an awesome job? Both? Did something/someone make you change your mind? Let’s talk about it in the comments!

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The Super Overprotective World We Live In

Yes, I said Super Overprotective.

But, before I get to that, I’m back. I finally have time to blog again after the Semester-From-Hell at University. I want to make this constant and fun and I hope my few  loyal readers haven’t abandoned me 🙂

I’ve wanted to talk about this for a long time now. It’s something that gets to me every time I see any time I see censoring of any sort, every time I read articles on how teachers should interfere with bullying, every time parents say children should not watch this or that because it’s “too violent” or too scary. Mind you, I’m not talking about sexual content here, because, obviously, I don’t think five yeaR olds should be watching HBO produced tv shows. Still… stay with me.

I remember when I was a child, and my school had nap time, during which time, us kids that didn’t want to sleep were allowed to bring a movie from home to watch with the other kids. I went there from about 6-10, and I clearly remember watching, during nap time, with my other kid friends, Child’s Play, Bride of Chucky, Alien, Jumanji, Anaconda, Starship Troopers, Scream. I know there have been more. I also know none of us kids were terribly damaged and traumatized by watching horror movies during nap time at 7 years old.

Chucky

There were blood and guts and we screamed and cried and laughed and played pranks on each other. We’d hide in the dark and scare the hell out of the scaredy cats. When the characters we liked died, we cried. We hugged when the ones we liked survived the spree killing. I vividly remember that. The teachers? They were right that with us, watching the movies and watching us kids. The parents? They were the ones who sent the movies for us to watch — we brought them from home, remember?

I remember when I was a kid  and Candyman aired on tv. I must’ve been 7 or 8. Next day, EVERY KID in my class had watched it. I think we spent every free moment we had in the bathroom gathering up the guts to speak his name five times in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

I come from a generation when kids watched horror movies and saw blood and guts and played with it. They said Candyman’s name in front of the mirror then ran away screaming bloody murder. I come from a generation when we played Power Rangers during recess  and engaged in fist fights and high kicks. And that’s okay, you know?

I come from a generation when kids would stand up from themselves. It ticks me out so badly nowadays, when people make such a big deal about “bullying”. I’m sorry, but back when I was a kid, someone messed with you, you punched them in the face, and it was done with. This whole politically correct thing of “protecting your child” and “understanding your child” only leads to children that can’t stand up for themselves.

It leads to schools doing for children what they should be able to learn to do alone. When I was a kid, we took matters in our own hands, we solved our own problems. At six, seven, eight years old, we had much more independence than I see kids do nowadays. Independence to fight our own fights.

It’s funny, because I grew up watching horror flicks during nap time, and I see  the things kids are exposed to nowadays, and, in a way, it makes me flinch. Not only because it’s oversexualized, but because  he values it brings on to children are these values of overprotection and pseudo-independence.

Me? I’ll try and raise my children on the horror side of things, and teaching them to punch back first and tell the teacher later. Believe me, it works better.

So, what do you think about this overprotective culture? Do you think people are right to shelter their kids from these “monsters”? Or they’d better just teach them to stand up to them? Let’s chat! I’ve missed you all! 🙂

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