life as a fairytale

This fairytale dream I have is like a mirage.

That puddle of water that keeps trickling in the distance when you're taking long boring car trips in the family and one parent has exclaimed, "Look, kids! It's magic!"
And no matter how much you try to reach it, it keeps running away from you and with your six-year-old brain, you'd wonder where the water was going and that it wasn't really "pleasant" to never be able to touch it.

An imaginary dream that kills desperate animals.

What I didn't realise back then is that the unpleasant feeling of dissatisfaction was teaching me a life lesson that no one was going to directly teach me until I had matured at least 4 years.

there will be dreams that you will never achieve; that will always be that extra mile away when you try to achieve them, kids.


But no one tells us that!

When you're six and all you want to do is be a ballerina, you will be a ballerina in your head.
When you're six and you plan to marry your dad or brother in your head, you think you actually will marry him.
When you're six and you play a game, you will always win because people love you.

And then you turn ten and realise that the world doesn't actually revolve around you.
It's a bit of a nasty shock really.
I saw my smaller sibling grow up, going through the same process.
Then she was the one who won the boardgames, who had the potential to be a supermodel, who was going to develop any skills she wanted including being a budding musician (because she had a toy violin she strummed like a guitar), artist (with her precious paintings she'd give to everyone and the best mother's present was a representation of Mum that resembled a hairy potato to me), a doctor (her stuffed animals were the patients, stifled by ample amounts of white toilet paper around their stiff bodies) or a teacher (well... I was the subject of that).

Then we would go and watch Disney DVDs together on the holidays; a world where the perfect princesses had long golden hair flowing down towers and were desired by the handsome princes with matching handsome faces (by matching I mean pretty much the same face as their lovers, just with different eyes or something o.O) with impeccable hygiene and good appearance.

Then the bold princes would come marching down vibrantly to save the gorgeous damsels (who by birth turn out to be of royal heritage anyway) on their valiant stallions and share
true love's kiss.

And you would always hope that was your true past or a prince from a distant land would come in search of you for your hand in marriage and to live happily ever after.

Then you grow up and realise that the average teenage boy who wants a girl desires:
1. Sex
2. Food
3. A "hot" or "pretty" girl
4. Whatever else a boy wants from a girl, I don't know, I'm not one obviously. :D
*NOTE I SAY AVERAGE SO DON'T GET OFFENDED, HALOMAN.

So what about those of us who are brains over beauty?
What happens in the fairytales to girls who put effort into studies and not into looking like a barbie?
What happens to the good girls who stay in school, obey their parents and don't form secret relationships against their "witch" mothers' opinions and throw themselves down towers to the handsome guys waiting at the bottom?

I don't know because the only fairytale I know about a girl who wasn't immaculate or at least mentioned as good-looking in appearance is... Red Riding Hood.
And she got eaten or raped by a wolf or werewolf (depending on whether you follow adult versions or not) before she even had experienced enough life to be corrupted by society.

But anyways, I've always had that dream of a "fairytale" life. :D
The plan was, I'd meet someone at 12, stay friends with them till I was 16 then fall madly in love, be together for 8 years and get married.

Well.... that didn't happen. :D

but saaaaaadly, I still have hope that it will all occur in university.
Then in uni, I'll be like, it will happen in my fourth year.
Then I'll say it will happen in the actual workforce.

Mirage got me. 

I'll catch up to it one day though. 

And if not, I'm not gonna be a sad animal dying in attempt.

:)

moral: it's great to rely on ppl but at the end of the day, you have to be capable of surviving on your own too... coz nothing is definite till it's definite. :)