Get To the Point

I don't know if there is one - a point I mean. Why am I writing this anyway? Mostly for the princess and the jester. I always said they needed to know, or at least should have the option of knowing. Maybe they won't care to hear it -it's only a story - but it's a story that could explain a lot of things. Things like; why their mother has to read them a bedtime story - always; why their socks need to match their shirt; why the pigtails always need to be even; why they spend so much time at the coffee shop.

And maybe even I will find some answers in this story. Answers to questions I never knew existed until after I became who she used to be. For example, why is it, that I am invited to all the cool parties, can make almost anybody laugh, and still feel like a social moron? Why do I feel completely out of place in the company of real-life grown ups? Why do I hate the word "woman"? Why do I love Donny Osmond? Why am I still afraid of the dark?

Maybe I will find the answers.
Maybe not.