why I always want the happy ending
I'm upset right now. I don't know if I've ever been quite in this state while writing online. Perhaps this can be credited to my recent submission the art which lesser people designate classical music. It is my personal opinion that all classical music cds should include this: WARNING: may conjur up emotion previously beyond verbal description and surface memories that exist only on whimsical scales and diminished solos. I THINK it's something like that. I have never had music affect me in this way before. Right now, I'm listening to Tchaikovsky's 'Swan Lake.' The horns, the flute (or was that clarinet), the harp are grappling my heart with a ice cold grip that somehow warms my heart and vividly depicts towering, ancient architecture mingled with magical forests. Steadfast kings look down upon enchanted dryads. It's almost unfair. Music should delve into attainable goals, not fanciful whims.
Now, how am I upset? I saw part of a rather childish rendition of Peter Pan on TV today. It's one of those stories that I love until the very end. Maybe I'll read the book some day. Maybe the ending will be happy, or maybe I will make up my own ending. I feel so childish for empathizing with the characters from a children's story. HOW could he leave her at the window, promising to return? Peter Pan! You're a manipulative devil! You got your kiss, and now you leave forever? FOREVER? Wendy Darling gave you a thimble!
EH?
Ah well...perhaps the absense of any clear happy ending in my life has led me to try and trace one onto every sad thing I come across. To (mis)quote a great movie "I stared at the doll, and shrieked at her to quit being ugly, because I thought if she could change, somehow I would too."
I actually like the dramaticism sometimes though. I feel as though my life is part of some great script, with crazy plot twists and dynamic characts all the way through. Though hope may sometimes mingle with grief, sadness may yet bring tears of joy. I'm also fairly sure this feeling will subside, and I will be left with all of the positive benefits of strong emotional trauma.
a THIMBLE!
Now, how am I upset? I saw part of a rather childish rendition of Peter Pan on TV today. It's one of those stories that I love until the very end. Maybe I'll read the book some day. Maybe the ending will be happy, or maybe I will make up my own ending. I feel so childish for empathizing with the characters from a children's story. HOW could he leave her at the window, promising to return? Peter Pan! You're a manipulative devil! You got your kiss, and now you leave forever? FOREVER? Wendy Darling gave you a thimble!
EH?
Ah well...perhaps the absense of any clear happy ending in my life has led me to try and trace one onto every sad thing I come across. To (mis)quote a great movie "I stared at the doll, and shrieked at her to quit being ugly, because I thought if she could change, somehow I would too."
I actually like the dramaticism sometimes though. I feel as though my life is part of some great script, with crazy plot twists and dynamic characts all the way through. Though hope may sometimes mingle with grief, sadness may yet bring tears of joy. I'm also fairly sure this feeling will subside, and I will be left with all of the positive benefits of strong emotional trauma.
a THIMBLE!