Crying for the Dreamless

I've been an analytical, scientifically thinking and probability based person as long as I can remember. Science has been the basis for many of my decisions. During gymnastics practice I used to calculate the angles and amount of force I needed to apply to my swings on the bars. When I watch contestants on Deal or No Deal I keep track of which cases hold high amounts, because on the basis of probablity two high amounts are unlikely to be next to eachother. As I walk down the street and look at different plants I classify thems as angiosperms or gymnosperms and monocot or dicot. When I take medicine I write out the chemical formula whatever I'm taking and figure out each reaction mechanism so that I precisely which part of my body is receiving the medicine when.

It's absolutely INSANE to live this way.

Every once in a while I just need to escape into a fantastic story. So I read. I remember reading Tolkien's The Hobbit -- long before Orlando Blooom blessed us with his presence. I remember being enchanted by Roald Dahl at the age of seven and wishing that I could be Matilda or have my best friend be The BFG. And yes, I will admit to remembering the very first day I opened the book that told me about a lost boy name Harry and his friends Ron and Hermione. Reading these stories I could allow myself to believe in something, even if only for the moment. There were these fantastical worlds where anything was possible -- and with no evidence to the contrary.


Unfortunately, I also remember the day I found out Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was a political satire and that Tolkien's Lord of the Rings were based off of Chaucer. And within the past few weeks I have read The Faerie Queen, and while reading it I fell in love with the story. A story of beautiful princesses and chivalrous knights fighting the dragons and evil witches. But because I have a logically-indused brain stem I know that is not the intent of the story, so I struggle to continue to believe in such wonderous events. It's sad that people who claim to believe in a merciful, benevolent God kill people who do not believe as they do. It's crap.

RIDDIKULUS!

Perhaps Harper Lee was write when she stated that the greatest way to harm a child is to take away their innocence. I refuse to let mine go. I'm holding onto it for dear life and although I'm a very intelligent girl if I want to forget about the reformation and crazy Queen Bess for an hour or two so I can simply enjoy a great story written by Eddie then I will --- because I think it far more important to believe in something than to be correct.