watersprite/water-sprite

During my sophomore year in high school, I remember watching the remake of Sabrina. I loved it SO MUCH, I dragged my parents to go see it again later in the evening. They were not impressed.

It’s been years since I last saw Sabrina, and yet the romance of the movie never fails to entrance me. Maybe it was her transformation, maybe it was the notion of finding love in the most unlikely of places. Or maybe it was the music. There’s also the John Milton poem she recites:

Sabrina fair
Listen where thou art sitting
Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,
In twisted braids of lilies knitting
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;
Listen for dear honour's sake,
Goddess of the silver lake,
Listen and save.

I have always found the idea of a woman rescuing a man intriguing, pretty cool actually. Everyone knows we women are impatient. We also tend to take matters into our own hands. By nature, we are also nurturing – we have a natural instinct to care and protect those we love.

Gentle swain at thy request
I am here.

Do you ever notice how women tend to fall for “broken” men, men who need rescuing? Guys who are vulnerable, rebounding, sad? I remember watching an episode of House where the acerbic doctor quite frankly tells Cameron she wants to “fix” him because she sees him as damaged. The tendency is quite common. The sad thing is, after we have “mended,” nurtured, and cared for the object of our affection, many women are often left alone.

Sometimes, we tend to overdo it. This twisted sense of “bravado” is probably why lots of strong-willed women come across as ball-crushing, emasculating, and hella scary chicks. ;) “I don’t need anyone.” “I can take care of myself.” “Leave me alone.” Women are quick to rescue, but how open are we to BEING RESCUED?

Because the idea of coming through for another person seems so natural, we tend to forget that women often need rescuing as well. Why is the concept so difficult to grasp? There is nothing wrong with weakness, yet we look down on it as if it were the death of us.

SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHY IT’S SO DIFFICULT TO JUST LET GO AND BE VULNERABLE?!?

So what happens when your broken object becomes “super-glued” and seems like new? We start to say things like.. “You’re no longer the person I fell in love with.. blah blah blah.” Uh, yeah.. To begin with, you didn’t even see him as a person. You saw him as a project. That’s separation anxiety, sweetie, not heartbreak. ;) This is the “water-sprite syndrome.” You think you’re drinking Sprite when you’re actually sipping water. It tastes funny, bland, and sooo not what you wanted.

I can’t begin to tell you how much of a perennial water-sprite victim I am. This is probably why I end up being friends with most of my “crushes.” Oh, these guys don’t disappoint me.. I just see them differently is all. I’m counting the guys I’ve crushed on in the last 10 years.. You know what? ALL of them are friends. Good ones, in fact.

I cannot wait for the day when I finally get to have my Sprite.





Thought for the Day:
“We can’t wait until we feel safe to love and invite.” - Captivating