What is a life lesson you feel everyone can benefit from learning?
Don’t give up the fairy tale.
All my young life I was told fairy tales aren’t real. I was told I would never have my perfect love story. My prince. My true love. I am no princess, but I should have waited for my Flynn Rider. Perfect? No. After all, he was a theif. But he was perfect for her. And me. (Not that I am Rapunzel, but Flynn…)
He’s the perfect man in animated form. Hm. My guy on the bottom right (see end of post) could be a real-life Flynn, don’t you think? I’m sold. Wrap him up for me. I’ll take him to go. Then I will unwrap him and have very non-Disney-friendly fun with him.
Sorry. I’m back from weird animation fantasy land.
My point is: Don’t listen to them. They are wrong.
The perfect man for me is out there. I’ll just never have him because after being told there was no such thing for so fucking many years, I settled for what I had. I figured it was the best I could do. And there was no point waiting around for Mr. Right since everyone told me he didn’t exist.
So here I am with Mr. Okay-but-wrong-but-available-and-wanted-me. And, I’ll be blunt—life kinda sucks. I know now that I would be happier today if I’d waited for Mr. Right. And that includes happier alone, if I was still waiting.
I guess, in a way, I am waiting. But I can’t leave my current life. For a number of reasons I won’t detail right now, I’m trapped. Yeah—life kinda sucks.
Don’t give up on true love. Learn from my huge mistake.
Mr. Right—that’s my Flynn. Or Mr. Left. Oh, I don’t know.
p.s. — Did you know that when Disney was designing Flynn, they pulled as many employees as they could into a big conference room to discuss what the perfect man would look like? Clearly, I’m not alone with my preference for tall, dark-haired men with facial hair, abs, and a great sense of humor. And he can sing, too.