Georgia and the Good People
That was the night I decided that I wasn’t going to believe in faeries any more. I don’t know how the fight started, but I remember somewhere in the middle of it I started to realize that I was in the middle of a fight, and I could not win. She believed in faeries, and elves, and all of those things, and desperately wanted me to believe in them, too. The really interesting part of all of this is that of course, I always did believe in them, and when I wasn’t sure, there were always signs that they believed in me. So it was hard to understand why we were fighting.
I always go to one place in my mind, when I am in the middle of a bad situation that looks like it’s going to continue. I go, mentally, to this luxury hotel in Georgia where I once had the best dreams of my life. There was nothing else that was interesting about the trip, no exotic experiences, and no interesting company with me, just a splendid night of splendid dreams. Part of the responsibility for that was the hotel’s, and part of it came from the faerie world. I have a feeling this might sound a little crazy. But when I was younger, I visited an island with my parents, and went off wandering by myself, and fell upon what I came to understand was a faerie ring. Since that time, they’re been with me at important moments, and I better not say much more about that.
They hate it when you give away the details.
So, let’s just say that when I was arguing with my girlfriend-to-be about these creatures, I kind of hoped they would make an appearance, to help me win the fight. She was arguing that these things existed for her, and helped her to do all sorts of things. I told her that this was also true for me. She thought that I was making fun of her. I insisted that I saw them regularly, and that I was somehow lucky because they did not try to poke out my eye. Faeries like to poke out people’s eyes. That’s what they do. She told me that they would never do that, because they love people. They do not. I know that for sure. So not only was I losing a fight, but she had lost the chance to be with me, because I know she was lying. It’s the saddest story that I know that can also make me laugh. But the faeries did not appear that night, and they would not return until the next night, when they told me they were glad she was gone, because she was so wrong for me.
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