For those of you who didn't get to read it, below is my editorial. And if you still don't get the metaphor, just ask me and I'll tell you. It's really not too hard to figure out, y'all. Love Paul
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For the last couple of years, I have held a deep secret about myself. It’s something that has caused much confusion and long nights of thinking and wishing it wasn’t true. Now, I have came to terms with myself and am ready to shout it out the world: I love the Wizard of Oz!
There, I said it. *Heavy sigh*
It all began a few years back, when I watched the movie for the first time in years. Suddenly, I was drawn into the magnificent fantasy world over the rainbow. Since then, that rainbow has been a major part of my life ever since.
Why would I keep this dark secret quiet? As much as our society likes to pretend otherwise, it is not very accepting of us friends of Dorothy (quite a few of these haters live in Kansas ironically.) I don’t know if they despise the flying monkeys or the flamboyant munchkin costumes, but movie bigots seem drawn to condemn this fanciful flick and those who watch it over and over. They even discount we Oz-philes’ contributions to society for some reason. Maybe it’s because there are witches in the movie, and the Bible states that witchcraft is blasphemy?
My only salvation during this hard time were fellow WOO (anagram) enthusiasts I met on the net. In fact, for the last few months I’ve been confiding my feelings in a long-graduated friend of Dorothy. While I cannot say his name, I want him to know his help recently has been majorly appreciated. I’ve also told a close knit group of friends about my movie fixation.
They have been nothing short of wonderful. Thanks, guys!
The true purpose of my shocking confession is hope that my startling revelation will help other undisclosed WOO fans let the world know their secret. I tell you... it’s OK to admit that you love Kansas’ most famous movie! The Scarecrow, the Lion, Tin Man, yellow bricks... they rule.
I gotta tell you: I’ve never been happier than this moment. I know that there will be some repercussions to me leaving the metaphorically sad, dark, black-and-white world and finally entering the wonderful technicolor land that is Oz. But I’m glad I did.
So I haven't made a post in a while
16 years ago
2 comments:
...That was entertaining.
Kind of sad that no one understood that.
Also a pretty horrible way for your parents to find out, if I remember the last post correctly.
I'd let you in on the wonderful secret of not accepting your parents' invitations on Facebook that has kept me alive for so long, but it seems that's too late. Worked out anyway, at least.
a.z.n
I can kind of understand how people would mistake that. I mean, it's a very pronounced metaphor, but with something so obvious, you run the risk of someone thinking it's satire or... some word I can't think of right now. Lol.
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