We all remember the archetypes (that word from english class you had to learn) and the fairytales we were told. Realistically my parents never read me a story before bed time, nor did they tuck me in; however I realized that when I was lying in my bed I would make up a story.

It started the same, and ended in my prince rescuing me and us falling deeply in love. The antagonists would drag me down, I would loose hope by being captured or enslaved metaphorically by labor, promises, or by physical means.

As I grew older though I recognized a pattern and started to ask why. Why did all the stories have happy endings? Why did the damsel’s life always start out destroyed? Why did she always get her prince? How did he always come in time? How did he know what to do? How did they fall in love so fast?

Soon I started to hate everything. All things seemed fake. When you think back in history, how many other people have said the same thing? So how can you think that you mean something and that what you’re saying is real when they’re not your words? How can copyrights exist when every single word has been said before? I know it’s the order that matters, but i’m sure in a book every single sentence has been said before in the existance of the human race.

I felt that everything I had said, thought, believed, shared was all scripted and unreal. It’s like when a 10 year old little girl has a ‘boyfriend’ and swears she’s in love with him. Everyone else knows it’s not real love, but the little girl thinks its real – so does that make it real? If it’s not real to you then what does reality matter in itself? If you believe it, then doesn’t that make it real? Maybe not real to others but its real to you. So technically you control reality. (I hope I made you feel powerful) I know i’m kinda babbling in circles here on a dead-end tangent but again no one knows me so who cares what I say? You can judge me all you like (all of zero people who will read this) but it won’t bother me one bit.

Enough bird-walking.

But anyway, again I say I felt like what I was saying were cliches and (sorry that there’s no accent on the e) scripted words. I thought they were original but they aren’t. So just like the fairy tale thing, the whole world was just in a never-ending loop. Everyone’s lives have already been lived before; the same situations, the same personal demons, everything. One big circle that everyone follows.

Why take anyone seriously? You know in the end it’s going to be okay. The Damsel in distress will get her prince; her dragon will be slayed by her true love and her hero.

There’s still a part of us that refuses to believe fairytales aren’t true.