Mr. Fiction

When I was 4 I asked my mom to buy me a princess gown for my birthday, at that time I felt like a princess in the movie, with the tiara on top of my head, beautiful gown, and clacking-heels. I read and watched a lot of princesses stories. To put on a list; Cinderella, Beauty and The Beast, Little Mermaid, Alladin, Rapunzel, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, etcetera. You know the end of their stories, their happily ever after with their princes.

Cinderella, unfortunate girl, who doesn’t have anyone but herself to rely on. She wears ugly clothes, she lives with her cruel stepmother and stepsisters. She sounded like a sad story, told twice over. But then one night, everything changes. I wonder, why would the prince go after her? How come he falls for her? He doesn’t even know her traits whatsoever. But then again, Cindy is pretty. When I was a kid I wanted to have pretty hair, pretty face, pretty skin. I wanted to be physically pretty, so I could find my prince charming.

When I’ve come of age, I read a lot of literature novels, mostly romance. I have a long list of the literature heroes, villains, and the tritagonists. Unlike those childhood stories, literature novels have become more complex, and I love the complexity of it. A good story leads me to a good ending. I didn’t like reading books with sad endings, because it just not right. A good book always has a happy ending, I thought. I wanted to be Elizabeth so I could end up with my very own Darcy. I didn’t want to be Catherine who went off with the wrong prince charming. I wanted to go for a prince charming, not the villain, the bad guy. I wanted my very own mister fiction as what romance movies and books would describe.

I am a hopeless romantic, my heart flutters whenever I read or watch romantic scenes. Warm spreads through my body. The girl in the book, or movie usually described as the pretty one. I once watched Ugly Betty and it felt off when he ended up with her charming boss, an ugly girl does not belong with a prince charming, I thought. But as i grew up I started seeing thigs in different way. I realized that, you can’t demand anything to be perfect, you can’t always be pretty. And I am not physically pretty. For once i felt like the ugly betty waiting for her charming boss to sweep her off her feet.

I have a friend, she liked a guy, a prince charming kind of guy. She made a move but you know, turned out a prince charming so called guy was a douche. She came to me and cried. She told me that he said, to quote what he said; “you’re a nice girl, but look at me and look at you.” That was just so cruel, he basically told her that she wasn’t pretty. Ugh what an absolute jerk. But after a couple of months, I found out that my friend found someone, someone that I’d classify as the villain of the story. Why? Because this guy used to picked up on my friend, but then he turned out to be the hero of the story. He made my friend happy.

I have this theory, that sometimes weare blinded with a pretty face, dresses, clacking-heels, and a tiara. That makes us think; without them we would never meet our prince charming. But you know what? Sometimes the prince charming is just too busy of being charming which turns out to be cocky and obnoxious.

I met someone, we disagree to a lot of things. One time, he said that life is unfair, but I said that life is fair because it’s unfair to everyone. And for the first time he agreed with me. As we talked and talked, we have gotten to know more about each other, and guess what? Shockingly, we actually have a lot in common. I like radiohead, he does too. I like movies, he does too. I like books, and he does too. He was a villain of the story, but the villain turned out to be quite charming, that he swept me off my feet. Your biggest enemy sometimes can be your best friend. Well, me and him didn’t last long but at least I’ve known what it felt like to have my Mr. Fiction. The new version of my Mr. Fiction.

I’m not insecure, I am quite confident. I may not be the prettiest girl in town, I can’t make a guy falls for me with my physical appearance. But I’m sure I can make a guy fall for me with my mind. I don’t want to be the ugly betty, but I don’t want to be a princess anymore too. The Prince in Cinderella’s story never really know what’s in Cindy’s mind. All he knows is that Cindy has a pretty face. And I don’t want that kind of story.

I’m just gonna live my life to the fullest, maybe if I’m lucky I’ll find my Mr. Fiction, half villain and half hero, as long as he knows what I’m capable to do with my mind then just be it. Because this is a real life, there’s no such thing as the perfect prince charming. No more Elizabeth and Darcy. It'll just be Clara and Her (real life) Mr. Fiction.

Sooooo, fingers crossed everyone! :)