You're no prince, but I think I like it like that

I grew up always wanting a prince. I envisioned him as this perfect tall dark and handsome man who would sweep me off my feet, who would have perfect fashion sense (princes do not dress poorly!) and who would do me no wrong. I'm sure most girls grew up wanting this and they might still do. I did--up until a few days ago. I was sitting in my room writing music. I haven't written in a while so I was going through some writer's block. I started thinking about the people in my life...more specifically the males. I don't have any special someone in my life right now--just some really great guy friends. I thought about them individually and I thought of men together as a whole. I realized that I could name at least one 'fault' about every man I knew. I then caught myself thinking "one day I will meet my perfect man". I realized how horrible and unrealistic that sounds. I realized that I expect men to be perfect, to be a prince. I automatically felt really ashamed that I put that much pressure on the men in my life now and the men who will be in my future. I am not perfect so who am I to expect my counter part to be perfect? This came into context this past week. My friend and I have been going through a rough patch. Things still aren't fixed but I realized that I was about to give up on our friendship because we are going through ONE hard time. Who am I?? Why am I being so...bratty? People aren't perfect, friendships aren't perfect. Yet, there I was, about to quit on someone who has been so great to me this past year or so of our friendship.

I love fairytales. I have a Disney princess poster hanging on my wall at school. I am constantly watching Disney movies. This next semester I am taking a class on fairytales. I LOVE them. But, they don't exist. I am no perfect princess. I mess up. I say and do things without thinking. I hurt people who I love. Because I am this way, I can't expect a man NOT to be this way. The man I eventually fall in love with and marry will at times hurt my feelings. And I'm sure I will hurt his. We will fight. We won't be perfect. He will be no prince, but I think I like it like that. I am not perfect and if he was, I would feel horrible that I cannot live up to his perfection. We will fight, we will hurt each other's feelings, we will say things we don't mean. But that is life. That is how people work. And now that I am realizing all of this, it makes me hopeful. I don't have to be perfect and whatever man is in my future does not have to be a prince.