Officially ending this...

I call it Princess Syndrome. It's where you are that girl who waits for eons and eons to find that special "prince" who will sweep you off your feet to a distant kingdom. You don't want to be be queen, oh no, you want to be the princess.

My Mom and Dad never called me their princess. The joke was a girl could be anything on the third rock from the sun, but not a princess unless her Mommy/Daddy were crowned royalty. Never had Princess Syndrome back in grade school, never felt it in high school. But it swept me off back in the end of my undergrad days.

My fantasy is five times screwier than Pulp Fiction and Fight Club combined. Let's check the parameters shall we?

• Fourth child of Scandinavian Royalty
• Has a uberly appealing piece of body guard/ hunk
• Are together
• Need a female to seem normal
• But ultimately they want to be together.

This isn't a fantasy, it is pure madness. And the funny thing is I know it is madness, but I keep on delving deeper into it. What's a 20-someting to do when she ain't got no looks, no grades, no money and absolutely no viable talent/utility? If have to live in my head sometimes, then it better be a mad one where nothing ever makes sense.