Fucked up Fairy Tale

How come every time a princess falls in love with a toad, she ends up hurt? Is it because the toad is a swampless fool? Are there even toads out there that are incapable of breaking a good princesses heart? Or are all toads assholes that hate themselves so much that their inner ego has to reel in the shiniest gem just to break them. All to make themselves feel better. Why does ego have to make little toads feel big? Why can’t a princess do the trick? Or are princesses only supposed to be with Prince Charmings? What if you are just a mediocre princess who loves to laugh and is genuinely attracted to toads… not princes… what then...And if we do want a damn prince, how do we train our very own ego to be enough for him? Because everyone tells you that you deserve a good one. But you keep fucking attracting all the wrong ones. Does that make me a witch? Fuck, I sure as hell am not a mean and old ugly woman with warts on her nose casting mean spells and shit… Hell. The only spell I’d be casting if I had the caldron and wand, would be for The Dallas Cowboys to get their shit together and to stop effing liking TOADS.

What if the good for me ones, I do attract but just don’t have any attraction towards. Hell, what if I am so turned off by love that I feel like the old lonely witch. Because I don’t want to settle for the toads. Hell, right now I can’t envision me settling with anyone. Maybe the toads see the unavailable sign on my forehead and like that. I still haven’t given any of them real effort. Maybe that’s just it. Maybe my lack of desire for any prince entices toads. Maybe I am okay just being alone. At least then, no one I’m sleeping next to at night is lying to me. Maybe I fall for the dumb toads that misinterpret the whole lying next to someone and actually take it literal. Sure, maybe I'm a tad bit jaded from the bullshit I’ve been through and told. Maybe that’s why I can see through it all. Maybe I'm more in the realm of like, every time I take one step forward to moving on, it's like nope bitch, not today. But at least I'm trying. I'm putting myself out there to get grabbed. Although, I'm picky as fuck, going after the one percent of males that barely exist. How hard is it to find a toad or prince worthy enough who won't, but totally could fuck up my ex. Maybe my motives aren't healthy. Or maybe we truly do seek comfort in upgrades. 

I’ll always believe we are what we attract. So right now, maybe I am a fucking toad or a witch myself. When we are bitten by the snake of heartache, we do tend to fall into an I don’t give a fuck era. After giving so many fucks about someone who became Freddy Kruger, it’s easy to become a little jaded. It’s easier to float in the haze of everyone’s an asshole, than telling yourself you became the asshole. So yea, maybe in that fog you attracted a few careless princes. But the hurt version of you will heal. You will heal to the point where yesterday’s pain will not ever affect today’s perspective. Or tomorrow’s hope. Like Chris Stapleton said.. nobody wins afraid of losing … and I’m not here to be afraid. I’ll always be the soulful fearless woman I am. I might have faced heartbreak, but it will never break me. I will always stand tall and become better, never bitter. A little skeptical, but still sweet. Besides, by the time I do meet someone fall worthy he’ll be strong enough to catch me. And he’ll be just as badass as me. No rules or intentional dating bullshit. He’ll be real as fuck, just like me. 

I do believe our energy is a gravitational pull that attracts the same force we put out.  You can feel that force sometimes before even meeting them. But sometimes, dark forces really do want to steal our light. So, it is truly fucking terrifying to find comfort with another in today’s day and age. I watched a video that explained how our vibrational energies do in fact attract other forms of energetic levels. We humans are like energy balls. If we are at the top of the energetic podem, lower frequencies will always gravitate towards the top. The same way assholes think they are the fucking Dalai Lama. The issue is, we need to decipher the bad energetic forces and not allow them to drain ours. Usually, if a princess is attracting a toad, it’s because the toad can see something worth taking. Sadly, being a good energetic force, doesn’t mean we aren’t humans that suddenly have the power to read minds, or detect lies. Fuck, we aren’t magicians. We are good humans that assume others are also good like us. But WE need to stop believing that everyone on this planet is good. We need to stop believing Bobby buzz kill genuinely wants to be happy. We need to stop assuming because we are kind, that shitty toads are also kind.  I will always trust the divine and life’s process. Yea, we may fall for the beauty masked by a lie, but we got to trust that we will find out the ugly truth. It’s merely the good in us, that sees the good in others. But true evil will take advantage and mirror that shit. So be careful.  

Then there’s the princesses who actually settle for the damn toads. These fuckers are so damn clever that they even have these princesses believing they are actually princes. Dick prince’s I'd call them. Because honey, we aren’t falling for the toad. We are falling for the diiiickkkkkk. We are so damn dumbfounded that we can't even think straight enough to think straight. They have our damn brains fucked so hard that we are just blind. Too blind to realize they are feeding us the bare minimums and bread crumbing us with the I'm sorry I fell asleeps. Fuck that. You know how many dicks there are in this world…a fuck ton more than a rare diamond beauty like you. Get it together. Yea of course we have all been there. But that famous toxic situationship you keep going back to is only good for one thing. Not your heart. You might be fulfilled. You might find contentment in the lightness of it. But you weren't meant to stick with that one. So, get your head outta the swamp and start being who you want to attract. Even if you like the damn toad, you should never settle for the swamplands. Unless you want to become Mrs. Mr. Toads wild ride. You deserve your castle, with or without your prince.

 

If only I didn’t think that fairy tales are fucked. Maybe I’d still believe every lie that came out of my favorite dudes mouth. Sadly, I do wish I was that naive hopeless romantic girl again. But tragedy taught me that true evil does exist. So you have got to protect your heart. No prince is going to rescue you. You need to rescue you. Your light angels are here to protect your soul in this lifetime. But they aren't the ones selecting your prince. You my doll, have to go through the swampy shit to appreciate the calm and clear waters. Real love is messy. It isn’t all rainbows and butterflies. Telling yourself you are ready for someone great is the first step. Then becoming great is crucial. If you are a swamp donkey you are going to keep lurking in the dirty hurt. Trust me, being down bad is hard to recover from. Take the time you need. But don't get stuck in the mud ruts. You are better than that. You are better than your biggest heartbreak. 

One day love will come through willingly. In its own form of prince. You might be ready for it. It might hit you like a foul ball strike to the forehead. No matter the hit, be ready to give it your best, and your worst, and every part of you. That way you can authentically find the best toad or prince for you. They don’t say you got to kiss a ton of toads before you find your prince for nada. It’s real and it’s true. When you are a rare gem, you still blend in with all the other false jewels. Your true value will only be noticed when someone sees the true merit in you. Don’t give up because of a few bad toads. Your heart and soul are rare. Trust me, the one percent of decent man will notice. And you’ll just know. Your heart will be ready to go in, all or nothing. Vulnerability will come naturally. Happiness will come naturally. Peace will come naturally. Attraction will come naturally. Communication will come naturally. Being uncomfortable will come naturally. Being comfortable will come naturally. Trust will come naturally. Respect will come naturally. Care will come naturally. Then before you know it, your fucked up fairy tale will begin to look more like a love story. As all stories have tragedy, whether it's a fucked up fairy tale or love. But you’ll be able to look back and realize, everything you’ve been through was worth it.

 

 

 

Written by Epiphany Tiffany.