Christina was right

So, Grey's is back for it's 7th Season, which did in fact begin with a wedding, a shrink, reversal of roles and an operation that involved sawing the whole cranial structure of a teenage boy open to kill the tumour mushrooming down his spine - romantic, psychological, political and gory. Yes, Grey's is back.

When I was little I never dreamt of the perfect white dress or Prince Charming; I never imagined flower girls and lilting music; I don't think I even fully realised that I was, in actual fact, a girl. And the day I did, I joined the ranks of those few who'd scrunch up their faces in disgust and go, "Married? Me? NEVER!" It sounded like something utterly revolting (much like cabbage or haggis). Getting me into a dress was an even bigger mission than bargaining with a Saudi Arabian shop-keeper.

And then I began to realise that being a tomboy wasn't the same as being a REAL BOY. And slowly my hair began to grow to a length longer than 10 cm and the shorts and t-shirts were exchanged for longer counterparts...even though the tree-climbing and tag and stuck in the mud and skinned knees never really ceased. But still, my slow metamorphosis into a girl never hindered my repulse for marriage. Boys, in that domain anyway, remained 'yuk'.

And even as I grew, and the opposite species lost the abhorrent air I'd constructed around them, still...I was never one to moon over colour schemes and floral decorations, or the perfect wedding in the perfect season at the perfect venue. And I can honestly tell you, I did feel sorry for them - those simple girls who painted pretty fantasy's about their fabulous walk down the isle. I'd smile and nod my head, at their animated explanations, and all the while be thinking, "surely there's more to life than all that".

The thing is, now I just envy them. Them and their fairy-tales: and their unwavering Faith that their fairy-castles do exist; and Prince Charming, or Edward Cullen, or the Prince of Persia is at this very moment battling forces just to be by their side; that their day will come when they'll ride off into the sunset. I envy them that Faith.

Christina was absolutely right, "You're either born simple or you're born...me".