I finally went and saw the new-ish Disney movie, Frozen this weekend. For those of you who are on the ball and have already seen it, carry on reading. For those of you who haven’t seen it and are deadly afraid of being spoiled, carry on still. I’m not going to go into many details, except to say, didn’t it suck at the very end when Kim Kardashian showed up and proclaimed that Kanye West should be king of Narnia!?!?!? Horrible ending for a Disney movie… HORRIBLE!
That said, Frozen seems to be my life story… except with less castles and princess waists the size of a swizzle stick and you know… a kingdom and crap. It’s about 2 sisters, one of whom is an ice queen (WHITNEY), and locks herself away not wanting to allow anyone in because she’s afraid of them knowing her magical sorcery powers and also because she’s hurt people with her magical sorcery powers in the past. Oh, also, the same as my life story except without the magical sorcery powers of making ice castles. Did anyone want to go live in a fireplace after watching the movie? Just me? Dang if I wasn’t more frigid when I left that theater. And no it wasn’t just because they enjoy keeping the thermostat in the movie theater at a comfortable negative 52 degrees Fahrenheit.
I have been/am afraid to let people get to know me too deeply… because if they do they are sure to run into that magical ice queen sorcery power which will end up impaling them via an icicle against a talking snowman. This life we live is a tricky thing, isn’t it? A neverending list of self-improvements, not enough time in a day. I guess we can all take comfort in the fact that not a one of us is perfect, and if a person thinks they’re perfect… THERE’S YOUR FLAW RIGHT THERE, EGO TRIP!
All hail, King Kanye of Narnia. Peace out.