But a dream is not reality.

But who is to say which is which?


Six years ago, I was in the middle of what you could call the identity crisis cliché. The only difference was that it was more literal. At times, I would be me, other times, someone else, and it pains me to remember how easily I could be influenced by things I loved and loathed at the same time. Most of the time, I could convince myself that I knew who I was, but by the end of the day I'd realize, everything I did, everything I said, was only a small fraction of me, and the rest wasn't. That was terrifying.

Six years ago, I went to the cinema with a couple of friends. Alice in Wonderland was showing. I've seen the animated movie many times growing up, and it was definitely a favorite.

Six years ago, I met Alice Kingsleigh and the Hatter.

Six years ago, I finally understood. I understood that I was and will always be different, from the moment I was born to the day I die. Nothing will change that.

Six year ago, I was finally happy. A bit annoyed because it took a friggin movie to help me understand that being what others wanted me to be was never going to happen, but eternally grateful because I also understood that being different isn't so bad. My mind has never been more clearer, and I had Alice and Hatter to thank for that.

Thirteen years ago, I made friends with Captain Jack Sparrow.

A couple years following that, I made friends with Ichabod Crane, Edward Scissorhands, Willy Wonka, Viktor Van Dort, Sweeney Todd, the Mad Hatter (of course), Barnabas Collins, Tonto, and Dr. Will Caster. Johnny Depp was a wonderful actor and a wonderful man who did the strangest characters, and easily became my ideal friend and father figure.

A couple of days ago, I learned that he was accused of domestic abuse.

Six years ago, abuse was that itch I wanted to stab so much because it brought my life, and almost my entire family, to ruins.

Today... I don't know what to think... but the Hatter has, and will always be, my truest friend, and I guess that's what matters.

The rest... only Time will tell, I suppose.