“when i opened my eyes, my ears were ringing and the first thing i saw was a circle of cheerleaders standing around me in purple sequins, pom-poms limp at their sides. i wondered for a second if i’d died and gone to hell.”—dreamland
by first believing in santa claus, then the easter bunny, then the tooth fairy, rant casey was recognizing that those myths are more than pretty stories and traditions to delight children. or to modify behavior. each of those three traditions asks a child to believe in the impossible in exchange for a reward. these are stepped-up tests to build a child’s faith and imagination. the first test is to believe in a magical person, with toys as the reward. the second test is to trust a magical animal, with candy as the reward. the last test is the most difficult, with the most abstract reward: to believe, trust, in a flying fairy that will leave money. from a man to an animal to a fairy. from toys to candy to money. thus, interestingly enough, transferring the magic of faith and trust from sparkling fairydom to clumsy, tarnished coins. from gossamer wings to nickels…dimes…and quarters. in this way, a child is stepped up to greater feats of imagination and faith as he or she matures. beginning with santa in infancy, and ending with the tooth fairy as the child acquires adult teeth. or, plainly put, beginning with all the possibility of childhood, and ending with an absolute trust in the national currency.
“have you ever confused a dream with life? or stolen something when you have the cash? have you ever been blue? or thought your train moving while sitting still? maybe i was just crazy…or maybe i was just a girl…interrupted.”—
I’ve got a really great compliment for you, and it’s true…I’ve got this, what, ailment? My doctor, a shrink that I used to go to all the time, he says that in 50 or 60% of the cases, a pill really helps. I hate pills, very dangerous thing, pills. Hate. I’m using the word “hate” here, about pills. Hate. My compliment is, that night when you came over and told me that you would never…well, you were there, you know what you said. Well, my compliment to you is, the next morning, I started taking the pills.
“to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight. and never stop fighting.”—e.e.cummings
what ever happened to chivalry? does it only exist in ’80s movies? i want john cusack holding a boombox outside my window. i wanna ride off on a lawnmower with patrick dempsey. i want jake from sixteen candles waiting outside the church for me. i want judd nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. just once, i want my life to be like an ’80s movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. but no, no…john hughes did not direct my life.