1.8.10

have you heard this song?

nobody falls in love with the manic pixie dream girl.

they write movies about her, they idolize her in scripts and on film and in novels, but in real life, nobody falls in love with the manic pixie dream girl.

she's a total basket case, you know?
normal people don't go outside to watch lightening at midnight.
normal people don't run their hands over every single fabric while clothes shopping.
normal people don't put things back into strangers' grocery carts after they're dropped.
normal people don't pace around the room in attempts to make shapes in the carpet.
people fall in love with normal people, it seems.

not that these normal people aren't extraordinary in their own ways. the doctors, the lawyers, the physicists; the painters, the poets, the musicians; the outspoken, the ambitious, the driven; the kind, the caring, the ever-lastingly-loving. but they aren't as frighteningly spontaneous, as simultaneously neurotic and carefree, as everything and nothing as the manic pixie dream girl.

they want to fall in love with her, they really do, but the upkeep is too much. it's too stressful to constantly worry if she's getting herself into danger, and too taxing to constantly read her wild love poems and listen to her late-night phone calls. and she will call. two in the morning is prime time for the manic pixie dream girl, and she wants you to listen and needs you to talk. they just can't keep up with the late nights and urging to stay up 'til sunrise because it's just so beautiful.

sometimes they just want to fall in love with a girl who reads nice books, writes nice letters, has nice ambitions, and goes to sleep at night. of course she can call late at night, but only so often, and only in situations that warrant it. she can have problems and neuroses and joy and pain and a range of emotions, but she can't live the full ups and downs of the manic pixie dream girl. they just want to fall in love with someone easy to handle.

(wrote this too late at night, on trace amounts of caffeine, trying to make sense of this stereotyped character and what she means for our generation and society, but only got this. i apologize; i'm sure it's a let down. i must go to bed now.)

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