Hypnotized

Young girls could always see a little bit of themselves in the idea of Sleeping Beauty, tricked into a state of unconsciousness and left to wait for a once-in-a-lifetime dream--a gorgeous hero to pledge their love and seal it with a kiss. I could see that. I'm pretty sure the modern Sleeping Beauty, however, is a dude hooked on video games loaded with fantastical and ridiculously over-endowed, top-heavy women, knowledgeable in the field of magic, and scantily clad in garments customized to his visual approval at the click of a button. He spends his life trapped in his parents' basement, caught by his own apathy toward the world above the stairs, fantasizing about someday meeting his perfect female companion. His mind is ensnared, hypnotized in utter numbness, waiting for destiny to fulfill itself without a hint of his own participation. He dreams of being found and awakened by the kiss of a voluptuous real human vixen who is driven by her secret desire to seek out her perfect mate by searching the basements of random mid-western houses for a skinny, unshaven, man-child in his late twenties/early thirties in a pizza-stained Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt, devoid of ambition, and no discernible talents other than texting, playing video games, and making bubbles with his spit. And like Prince Charming, the thing is, about such a woman... she only exists in fantasies.