The Science of Fairy Tales.

I suppose all fairy tales have a beginning and an end. The end is usually ‘And they lived happily ever after’. All fairy tales also have a villain, whether it’s a wicked witch or a step-mother or a wolf. Their job is to make life difficult for the princess, or lowly village girl turned princess. And then, of course, there is the handsome prince. Who falls in love with the princess and sets out to marry her. Of course this can’t happen because the witch/step-mother/wolf is doing all in their power to keep the prince and the princess apart. But as we all know the prince defeats the villain and then he and the princess get married. After this comes a wildly successful book and a big budget made-for-TV movie, 3 kids, marital problems and divorce and or death.

You may think I am painting a bleak picture but I’m not. I’m just so tired of all the crap that Mister and Mister Grimm are feeding children. Life as a princess isn’t all sunshine and roses and white horses and fancy dresses and living in a castle with your animal friends, who pay more attention to you than your husband (who, by the way, risked life and limb for you defeating that aforementioned villain).

Unlike life, a fairy tale has a formula that it follows. Life doesn't. The prince might never come. The witch might not be a witch at all but something inside of you. And try as we might to come up with a formula, a steadfast plot that our life can follow we can't. We can say 'coffee on Monday at the cafe. Work on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thrusday. Friday we are going on a trip.' But we can't know for sure. Maybe on Wednesay as you are driving to work you get in a car accident and end up seriously injured in a hospital, unable to walk. Perhaps on your trip your car breaks down in the middle of the highway and you have to walk 5 kilometers to find cell service and call a tow truck.

What I'm trying to say is life is uncertain. And we have to live life that way.We have to be prepared to be unprepared. We have to stand on the edge of the cliff and jump off, no matter what awaits us at the bottom.

Woah. Look at me being all poetic and wise...

The Dive

Sorry for not posting in a while. Hopefully this will make up for it. 

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I stood tall. The sharp rocks dug into my feet. The icy cold water splashed me. My feet, my legs, making me shiver. I bent down and rubbed my legs. It was no use. I heard my name called from below. I stood up, looked down to see my friends standing on the bank of the river, below the waterfall. Somone called to me "Jump already!" I smiled, straightened up and stepped on the edge of the rock. Water rushed down the falls around me, threatening to push me off the rock.
I swung my arms out and up. The momentum carried me off the rock and down. The waer rushed past my face. I let out a yell before I was consumed by icy darkness. I tried to swim up but the current pushed me down. I trid to swim forward, backward, left, right, any way I could to get out of the water but the wave tossed me around, playing with me as if I was some childs rag doll. There was a sharp stabbing pain on the back of my head and the darkness got darker.
Suddenly I could see myself getting tossed in the water.Getting jerked every which way. The water was turning red around my limp body. "Get up!" I yelled. "Get up! Swim! Emma! Swim!" But I didn't do anything. Just lay there in the red water. There was a cry from the shore. I looked  up and saw my friends starting at the water. "She's been down there too long. Someone go get her" One of the boys pulled off his shirt and jumped in the water. He swam against the water and came up to me. He swam through the red water and grabbed my limp body. He pulled it to shore and checked for a pulse. He pressed my chest. Nothing. He gave me mouth to mouth. Nothing. "Dammit Emma breathe!" Nothing. He walked away from me and sat on a rock, shivering. He put his head in his hands. I looked away, ashamed but I didn't know what for. One of my other friends was talking into a cell phone. The others were just standing there, looking at my body. 
Soon enough an ambulance came. One of the medics checked for a pulse. He put his head down by my mouth. Checked my pulse again. "Time of death, 1:13."  

YC 2011~After

So I was going to try and put into the words how amazing YC was but I just can't. You have to be there and feel the bass vibrating your body and hear the buzzing in your ears. But YC was amazing. And if you wern't there you'll just have to take my word for it. :)

Also I changed the language on my phone to French...because I can. I'll leave you with thelast words of Alex the parrot (he was used in the psych department at Brandeis University)

"You be good. See you tomorrow. I love you."
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