playing cinderella-- or prince charming

and they lived happily ever after... there are these incredible guy's shoes at the store. they are black and velcro and christa can't stop mocking me about liking them. we found out last week that they are discontinued at the shop, so now i just go past and gaze at them longingly. only two pairs left. i was going to purchase both sets while i searched prospective 'wearer's' of my current shoe taste. then i began feeling like i was playing role-reversal in the tale of little Ella and the royalty that summoned her to his side. oh dear. or not. perhaps we don't think our lives could be fairy- taleish, perhaps i don't think my life could be... i have not truly encountered Ella or Charming, but in the traditional format i only see the parts that are gentle to my eyes. for instance; i've only expeirenced CINDERella's home life through watered-down exasperation and frustration told in hind sight to the actual event, i never saw her puffy eyes from crying, or her bleeding fingers from scrubing the floor. as for the Prince; he never really introduced himself beyond wearing his royal "cap." but he proved to be a man who knew what he wanted and he was determined to settle for nothing less. only as dance, a look, and a tiny glass slipper-- wealth and status meant much, but not in the search for what impassioned him. both the Prince and CINDERella must have learned how to actually encounter life from the CUT OUT PARTS of this fairy tale. so my conclusion is that we all are living fairy tales. we all are. but when fairy tales seemingly get a bit messy-- someone says they can't be called as such.