She's about to turn 27 soon, and she never believes in girls who long for a happy ending with a guy.
'Ending' itself is a sad word to her, a period—so why would they, the girls, be looking forward to something that ceases to exist? Especially, why would it only happen with a 'guy'?
And 'why only girls' you would ask? Because admit it: how often the term is used toward the opposite gender? Hm? Is it next to nothing?
It's infuriating already being born in the world as a girl, for it's only them who've been constantly reminded that their sole purpose in life is to find a knight in shining armor or a prince charming, perhaps even a Messiah—as if they're completely helpless and continuously need to be saved, or else they'd grow old and die a tragic death, as witches and stepmoms (the actual rebels) usually do.
To her, the conclusion is always this simple: that looking at marriage as a finish line is a questionable act.
'You just don't understand the context,' others would say when they heard her opinion about this. 'See it as something wonderful that finally happens to their long, mundane existence.'
She moves her body forward and smiles. 'What if I can propose a new idea?'
'Imagine if the mundane existence is something that other people—I mean, and please note that, people aside from anyone who identifies themselves as a woman—created because they knew we are way more superior than them?' she continues to babble with her hands wide open, rapidly moving here and there as if to catch something out of her reach. An idea, or better, an unimaginable idea, at least towards this girl who just happened to be thinking about it out loud.
'Like, how would you react if you knew from the beginning that princesses—who are, girls like us—could've had our happiness without competing with each other,' she coughs for a second and adds, 'Cinderella and such,' then proceeds her rant, 'and that the idea of...
(to be continued)