A few weeks ago, I was on the phone with Mary when I announced that the fairy tales I was so interested in as a kid, were partly responsible for the Emotional Idiot I have become.
I'm not going to say that I am the way I am strictly because of fairy tales or because of my parents or any other influencing factors on my childhood/life. What I am saying is that fairy tales did no favors for me. In fact, I believe that they hindered my growth and emotional well being.
This idea is something I've been kicking around for a little while. I've been interested in writing about it but I don't want to be preachy about it. At this point, I am responsible for my own life. There may have been mistakes made when I was growing up but I'm an adult and need to face the fact that it's time for me to change the things I don't like about myself.
I grew up thinking that love could and would conquer all. Honestly, since everything happened with my ex I wonder if this is true.
I believed that My Prince Charming was out there and would sweep me off my feet... sometimes I even believed this in the most literal sense. Likewise, I knew that when MPC did show up, we would both know and that everything would fall into place. But in reality, relationships take a lot of work.
Surprisingly, Mary agreed with me, at least a little. Looking back, I have to wonder why no one ever challenged me to be an individual. Why was I lead to believe that honestly, though innocently, believing in fairy tales was okay?
It's not that I think fairy tales are evil or wrong or bad. It's just that, I think, if we're going to let young girls especially watch or read them, we have to make sure that we teach them not to sit around and wait, and that we help instill a sense of individuality, empowerment and confidence.
If these things are instilled early enough, maybe the fairy tale dreams could come true.