I think sometimes, we expect a hero to come along and just pick you up and swing you around. The one person you can count on to always acknowledge you that you are there. Or at least not to pass you by.
I think sometimes we expect our boyfriends/girlfriends to be out heroes. We think because we like someone, and that they say they like you back, I guess we just think oh, they have no downfalls. We believe that they can change anything and that they can turn off all the bad things in their head. They can’t. Everyone has a kryptonite. Everyone has their demons. I’ve never known that to be an excuse.
From the youngest age, especially us girls, we have been brainwashed into thinking a prince is going to come. We think that there will always be someone to save us and at-least hold the door open. That you when you walk out that door he holds open, there’s a brick road and your surround by the most beautiful of flowers. That you’re the only girl in the world at that moment with them. That every second is suppose to feel like summertime. I wish my mother didn’t brain wash me. I wish she would have never told me stories about Prince Charming and knights in shinning armor. Come to think of it, every story he has a new girl. Is it that important to be a princess? Is it so important that you would give up all your sense to become a princess even if your not his only girl?
No, I rather be a peasant than one of many of the prince’s girls.
To be honest, I don’t even know exactly what I am getting at anymore. Maybe sometimes we look for our heroes. Maybe our heroes should find us. Maybe we should wait for our hero to come. Someone a little older and much stronger mentally and physically.
If your “hero” was a flirt before you came along, don’t ever think that you can change that. If in the past, your hero cheated or if you see with your own eyes and everyone else in the world sees he’s all over some other girl and your supposed friend (fake a** friend) and if you were stupid enough to think that that was going to change ever and never escalate, then something is wrong with you. Everyone, I mean every last person on this Earth has a kryptonite. Some alcohol, some drugs, some can actually be just girls in general, or just one person. The person who I expected to be my hero, his weakness I guess is just girls.
To anyone reading this, if someone ever reads this, I am not saying your kryptonite is an excuse to do what ever you want. That would be bull. Just think, would you scream at Superman for failing to save you? Aquaman didn’t save me when I was drowning. Batman was never there when I fall. I fall so often too. If you were hit by a car, I bit Edward Cullen didn’t run out there to push it out of the way. My foot just fell asleep. Footman isn’t coming is he? (Whoever that is, I don’t know a footman, my foot just fell asleep.)
I don’t want to deal with this. I’m too young for the drama I go through everyday of my life. I have my own problems and I don’t need people adding to them. I don’t know exactly how to go about solving this problem to be honest. I don’t know where to go from here. I wish all problems could come to an easy end.
Right now, I don’t think I need a hero. I’ve saved myself and others too many times before. I can be my own hero. If the everyday ones even exist. Unstable people like me, I guess, we get more tricked into thinking that we need one. I guess all along, all I’ve been looking for is just a distraction from my problems. I had one for a minute and I lost one. All of it piled back on me because there was nothing to distract me and I couldn’t take it. If this is all lost, its nothing to cry over or be angry for but, I am going to allow myself to be disappointed for not more than a day. So if heroes do exist, and mine comes a long, that’ll be, well, indescribable.
