I never meant to do anything wrong. This could all be traced back to Taco Bell, really, because they were the ones who gave me that greasy burrito which made my stomach hurt which made me stay up till four which made me have weird dreams... and then all hell broke loose. So really, the fact that I just destroyed the childhood of every kid in the past, present and future was not entirely my fault.
You may not know this, because I didn't, but stories have an essence. That's why you can read the same tragedy and cry every time, and laugh at the same page the seventh time you've read it. Stories, including yours and mine, operate in a perpetual loop. The characters go through the same development and say the same things and never tire of it. They have done so since the pen was put to paper, movie put to screen, music sung to song, and will for centuries to come.
Or, they will if I can ever fix the mess I've made.
Ok, enough of my dramatic stalling tactics. Yes, this is humiliating and shaming, but let me just get to the goddamn point. I, unintentionally, released the essence of every Disney script ever written. And, in doing that, destroyed all of the movies, the books, the magic. Go check. If you tried to watch the VHS of the Little Mermaid, all you'll get is static. You won't be able to find your Snow White book. Your DVD player will have a mysterious technical defect when you pop in Brother Bear.
Now, looking back on it, it doesn't seem so bad, since Disney has pretty much fallen to crap in recent years, but I grew up on princesses. So did every other girl I know, and so will my children in the future.
And unless I undo the work of funny dreams, full moons, accidental spell casting and one exceptionally greasy taco, my dreams of magic-filled lives won't happen.
Bring on panic mode.
