How to Become a Princess
I was an obvious princess. But why did she suddenly become a gangster princess? This is not due to family or the environment. It was the phallic envy of my elementary school years that turned me into a princess gangster. (Freud, looked his penis makes me think of a folk village, not Freud, which is funny.) I like beating up despicable bastards. I’ll probably be like that forever. They could just talk dirty and act dirty, and then just smash things.
There was a time when unemployed women were called swans. Now that me become the Swan Princess, I was in a difficult situation because the mansion does not have the money to order a dress for the ballroom. What if I end up being sold to the count's family that Dad knows of? When I was the Little Rabbit Princess, my father took good care of me. I believe you father will continue to take good care of me even now that me has become the Swan Princess.
We’re having a father party next year, so what am I even doing with my life. Shouldn't I host a big ball for my dad? I need to deliver letters to the gallery, but I don't know anyone. How do I do this. I don't want Dad to look weak. I don't want to get old. But the old king must pass the throne. That is Fraser's Golden Bough theory. But I still do not have the ability to inherit it.
Will family look for a marriage partner because of someone like me? I want to succeed, just like Mrs Du Barry. Was the one behind her a Foucault fan? If she had participated in 68, Marie Antoinette would have been beheaded with a VETEMENTS heart necklace.
What is a princess. I find myself wondering what makes me a free-willed madwoman rather than a princess. I am a madwoman weaving through the crevices of mountains in a polygonal game map, breaking through it and running across a sky of shattered fragments. They call a woman like me an outcast who 'broke through the map.'
In my childhood memories, all the young women I knew were beautiful and took good care of themselves. I dress like the Korean idol boy band "Cortis" right now. I doesn't wear the stylish leopard safari like the sisters in my memory, nor do I have hoop earrings. Does this create my freedom? As a vintage Jesus, who am I trying to save?
I'm thirty. The people around me wanted to work for a large corporation when they were in college, and they are probably working hard now. I'm bored, so I work at the local grocery store for 5.5 hours and play TTRPGs in the afternoon. These days, I’m playing Mörk Borg, and I really like it—I think I’m living a good life.
No one asks me to be a princess. I don't want to become a princess. I just want to smash everything and laugh like crazy. The angerless destructive instinct within me erupts without restraint. In the end, it is myself.