hmmm... fairlytales

anybody heard of unity valkyrie? i hadn't... she was enamoured of hitler. i'm reading a biography of her and her sisters. but my goodness, what a name. unity valkyrie. crazy. glad that's not my name.
and i want to strangle fairytales. they're not even coherent. they're the sort of thing a very optimistic person would dream. and not day-dream; night-time dream. real dreaming. maybe that's what happened... all the writers of fairytales dreamt them, then woke up and wrote it down. and the grimm brothers and hans christian andersen... maybe their stories are so weird because their food disagreed with them. someone was poisoning them, perhaps? or they took drugs... "hey, bro, look what i found!" "mushrooms! oooh, and they're purple! let's eat them!" "ok, dude. you first" next morning... "bro, i had the weirdest dream last night..."
and is it coincidence that i keep accidentally typing fairlytales instead of fairytales? fairlytales, hmmm? maybe my fingers have very small brains in them. anyway, stereotypical fairytales (the disney kind) are ridiculous. i very strongly dislike them. if a child is raised on them, how disappointed they are going to be when life slaps them across the face! and when "first sight" leads to pain and rain instead of "true love" and "happily ever after." and i'm not just bitter... all right, i'm a little bitter. but there's more to my dislike than sheer bitterness. it's opaque bitterness... no, it's just that the disney fairytales are so unreal, so wrong, such lies. i don't like lies. at all. especially when they infiltrate our consciousnesses and color our perception of the world. but, somewhere inside me, in a pocket i try desperately to crush, lives a hope - albeit small - that something like a fairytale will happen to me. you know, the dream of someone who absolutely adores you, and will battle dragons and small animals just to be with you. i admit it, i have a bit of the romantic in me. who would've guessed?