I was incredibly obsessed with John Mayer in middle and high school. I thought he was a genius and when Continuum came out I was like, "Oh my gosh. John Mayer is inside my head and has let out everything that I'm thinking."
I was in 8th grade and that was completely false, but now that I'm graduating college I can honestly say that he has put my thoughts into words better than I ever could. So way to go JM- you're kind of an a-hole but at least you're able to express a quarter life crisis well.
The other day when driving home from getting ice cream at 10:30 on a Wednesday night (as college girls do), my housemates and I were debating which Disney princesses best fit our personalities (as college girls do). We figured out most of them -- we had a Belle, a Jasmine, a Repunzel, a Merida, a Pocahontas, a Snow White, a Mulan, and a Cinderella. But we couldn't come to a decision for me. "Ariel," they said. "You're totally Ariel."
"No, Ariel is way too dramatic."
"Plus, Laurissa is way more of an Ariel."
I was stranded. Princessless. Nameless. Identityless.
And then I realized it. I'm not a princess, I'm a sidekick. And that's okay. I'm a Mushu or a Pumba or a Sebastian. I'm the one who's always there to provide a bit of comic relief, but at the same time, where would the princess be without me?
So Mushu can occasionally be more of a hinderance than a help, and he wasn't even really supposed to help Mulan, but he's totally everyone's favorite character in that movie. And Pumba is a little bit gross and farts a lot, but there's no way Timon or Simba could survive without him.
So here I am, putting it out there for all of the internet to see. I am not a princess, and I'm okay with it.
