photo: Brigitte Crisp, Dani Noguera
Did you know that you are a magical shapeshifting faerie?? I did.
How you may ask am I privy to this exciting information ???
I know that you are because I know that I am.
There’s absolutely no reason why you can’t do whatever you want to do and be whoever you want to be. The world that you imagine is the world you live in… which means that if you want to make yourself the villain, the victim, the hero, the side-kick, you can.
Now, this is pretty old news- especially if any of you have ever read any form of self-help/inspirational literature.
This past weekend I went to a party at a friends house and was having a nice conversation in the kitchen with one of my girlfriends, just catching up. I had brought a bottle of wine to share and had poured myself a glass. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that some boy (never met him in my life) was trying to get my attention (apparently to cheers me) but I was talking to my friend so I did not divert my focus. The next thing I knew, this guy yells “toast me you FUCKING BITCH.”
The room fell silent (except the party music in the background) and jaws fell to the floor as they looked between him and me wondering how I would respond.
I looked at this fellow with my eyes wide, and I ran upstairs to the bathroom. I cried.
As I sat on the bathroom floor trying to pull myself together, from the pure shock and hurt that I felt, I was deciding how I would respond. He was obviously drunk and out of his head, and he called me a bitch.. no boy should ever say that to a girl.
I took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom with almost dry eyes, and walked straight up to him.
I said hey. Never say that to another girl again, ever. You should be ashamed of yourself. You don’t know me and you just made me cry- how does that make you feel? Do you want to be this person? I said that I forgave him and I gave him a hug and told him to figure his shit out.
He tried to explain to me that he had a lot of stuff going on and that he was projecting and whatever blah blah blah and I told him that I didn’t care, because I don’t.
The reason I tell this story is that in this instance I believe I chose to be the hero instead of the victim, and I believe he wanted to be the villain. I obviously have no proof for this, but it seems a fair assessment.
I am a magical unicorn! Don’t let people get you down. You are a magical unicorn.
I hope you never get called a bitch at a party, and I hope that if you do you know that the person talking to you is showing much more about themselves than they could possibly know about you.
Be free unicorns!
Love, Mad ❤