Beware! Fairy Tales Do Come True, It Could Happen to You.

Life is a Fantasy, Get Creative

You are never too old to play dress up. But what happens when your costumes become just an everyday outfit?

I have five friends who genuinely believe that they are Unicorns.  I have seven friends who have convinced themselves that they are mermaids, four of whom purchased mermaid tails and now play mermaids at parties and other events.  Three of the aforementioned Unicorns are also part of the seven Mermaids, which thereby renders them into a super fantasy creature Mermaid-Unicorn hybrid. The only thing that could make those three girls more magical is if they were descendants of fairies. Thankfully, I do not yet have any friends who believe they are actually fairies. That is, unless you count this one girl who was kicked out of my sorority for her ecstasy addiction, and my super gay friend Doug[*].  My ex-sorority sister now designs flowered covered bras and bedazzled neon underpants that you see people wearing at raves and strip clubs. She may not actually think she is a fairy, but she is always covered in glitter and I have yet to determine if the glitter is an occupational hazard or merely the consequence of her enchanted existence.  In fact, half the time I attend parties, most of the guests are dressed in some sort of costume. It’s like my peers have eschewed the harsh realities of adult life and traded it in for a life of fun that is completely devoid of any rational thought.

This unigirl is actually my friend. She gave me permission to use this picture but since she chose to hide her face, I will protect her identity. 

In college, my best friend decided to buy a sexy German beer girl costume for Halloween, and I bought one too because we do everything together. The dress was really flattering, despite(?) the fact that it barely covered our butts, and we received a lot of positive (male) attention when we wore them. It was only natural therefore, that we decided to wear our lederhosen every weekend, sometimes on weekdays, and occasionally to class. This was no longer just a costume or an outfit-- it was a phenomenon. People started to know us as those girls in German beer girl costumes and it was weird if we were not wearing them. Suddenly, all of our friends bought sexy German beer girl costumes too, and wore them without occasion. We would go out to a party on an average night with ten or eleven girls, in the middle of California winter (for those of you not in the know, that is about 60 degrees F, it's clearly jeans and a lightweight t-shirt weather), wearing nothing but a slutty version of Bavarian serving wench dress. 

One day, when we were at a Christmas in the Caribbean themed party, someone approached us to ask why we were wearing lederhosen. One of my friends replied that we worked for an erotic catering company, and had just gotten off work. The concept was an even bigger hit than our dresses. We created a fake erotic catering company with a website and business cards, with no intention of ever doing any catering. We handed out this information to everyone we met, and encouraged them to use our services. It was a hilarious prank that only we found funny until things got real. We started getting hired and paid to promote actual beer at corporate parties. People even paid to have their picture taken with us! It was like we were phamous. 

My fifteen minutes of fame faded quickly however, because this was around the same time I started law school and was forced to live in a hopeless world devoid of make-believe and pleasure.  Meanwhile, my friends’ imaginations continued to flourish, and they were able to embrace any imaginary persona they desired, such as the aforementioned mermaids and unicorns, as well as disney princesses, Bollywood dancers, sexy kitten/nurse/firefighter, and the killer from the Scream movies. The only “identity” I received in those four years was a few letters after my name (J.D., M.D.R., Esq., in case you were wondering). And though I didn’t know it at the time, like my friends, I also lived in a fantasy world during law school, in which I naively believed that my degree would turn my dreams of getting a lucrative job and a handsome husband into reality. I found myself broke, single, and living with my parents and two dogs who looked like cats. But that is another story for another day. My point is, my friends were able to continue to live the dream, because nothing forced them to face reality.  My friends are always invited to the best parties, because people want to surround themselves with their fun-loving spirits. Some of them have gone so far as to make careers out of their fantasies, and now play to work instead of work to play.

I often worry whether my realistic world view and connection to common sense will hinder my journey to success, happiness, and self-actualization. I know I am not a Unicorn, mermaid, or any other fantasy creature and without serious medication or hallucinoges, I don’t think I could ever convince myself otherwise. I worry that this makes me “boring”, or “average.” But lately, I started to realize that if everyone thinks they are a fantasy creature, then maybe being magical is not so special. If everyone is magical, then magic will cease to exist. Is your mind blown yet? So basically, I pride myself on the fact that I am grounded to reality. When the zombies and vampires attack, myself and the other unmagical few, will be the sole survivors. Because unlike the rest of our peers, we will know that that the vampires and zombies, are not fucking real.

Is she actually a mermaid? Where is her tail?

But then again, people don't think my life is real. I spend most of my time traveling around the world, lounging in exotic locales with interesting humans and fantasy creatures alike. When you break it down, we are all just on a quest for happiness, and we try to find it by fulfilling our dreams. We all want to find the magic and escape the real world. Whether we choose to live in a fantasy world, or live our fantasies by exploring the world, it all boils down to happiness. And the occasional hallucinogenic. 

Welcome to my journey. This blog is dedicated to finding the magic in life. Follow me on my travels, hang out with me at home, eat with me, drink with me, be weird with me.  

                           


Peace, love, happiness. 

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[*] I changed the name to protect Doug’s privacy. Even though this little gem shines brighter than a diamond, I don’t want to “out” him in my blog. That’s what his sequin Gucci pants are for.