Enchanted thought

As I've said before, “Enchanted” always depresses me. I love the movie, I do, but I always come away from it with the heart-breaking realization that fairy tales don’t come true. The Disney life we’ve been fed since we were little princesses just plain isn’t reality. Not only that, but in real life, there is no Patrick Dempsey to make up for it. At least when Giselle learned that life isn’t a fairy tale, she had something better. My real life, not so much. I don’t get a Robert. So “Enchanted” makes me sad.

But this time I figured it out.

I don’t need a Robert. I am Robert. He’s practical. He doesn’t believe in lovey-dovey love. He doesn’t believe in happiness. He has resigned himself to getting by. And then he finds Giselle, who opens his eyes to happiness, lightheartedness, and romance. That’s what I need. I need someone who will make me believe in those things again. And if there's hope for Robert, there's hope for me.
So this time I did not get sad when watching it. No, I will never have a Robert. But that’s okay. That’s not what I need anyway. I need a Giselle.

needing to find a balance

since i'm reading 'catching fire' (immediately after reading 'the hunger games', immediately after watching both movies), as well as being in the middle of 'the two towers' and listening to 'the deathly hallows' on cd, i decided that i should watch something lighter tonight, so i watched 'enchanted.' i had being doing well with that movie since figuring out that i was watching it wrong (http://i-am-a-hobbit.blogspot.com/search?q=i+need+a+giselle), but tonight i failed. and so, to get over the lighthearted loneliness, i'll now be going back to reading about government mandated killing.
somewhere there must be a happy medium.