i get to be a baby.
i get to be a toddler.
i get to be a kid.
i get to be a pre-teen.
i get to be a teen.
i get to be an almostwoman.
i get to be a (super)woman.
i get to be a momknowsbest.
i get to be a ladywise.
i get to be a grandma.
i get to be a grandmagreat.
i get to be a womanwise.
From hitrecordjoe: Alright, based on a lot of tweeters/tumblrers reactions to this, it seems I let an attempt at witty brevity get in the way of clarity, so let me clarify what I meant when I said that “celebrities” and “fictional characters” are actually the same thing.
The image, the persona, the character of a “celebrity” is a creation. It’s not a real person.
“Celebrity” sites, gossip rags, all that stuff, of course it’s not real. It might be loosely based on some real people, but so is a lot of fiction.
And to quit beating around the bush, I’ll conclude thusly: don’t waste your time on that “celebrity” bullshit. It’s bad for you.
Now, as far as falling in love with fictional characters — I have no problem with that, as long as they’re well written.
Sometimes, when we’re lying together, I look at her and I feel dizzy with the realization that here is another distinct person from me, who has memories, origins, thoughts, feelings that are different from my own. That tension between familiarity and mystery meshes something strong between us. Even if one builds a life together based on trust, attentiveness and mutual support, I think that it’s important that a partner continues to surprise.