The Fascination Facts

I have been fascinated of the Prince William of Wales since I was 11 years old. I don’t blame anyone for that failing. In fact, when I first saw the picture which caught my attention, I did not know that who was featured was actually a living Prince.

I have always been fascinated by nonexistent men when I was young. There was our national hero and then there is the child Jesus (He is God so He does not qualify as “man”).

The Jose Rizal fascination was inspired by a book on Rizal I read before. The fascination with the child Jesus was inspired by a Christmas time movie…and the fascination with Prince William was inspired by a picture of a 14 or 15 year old William smiling toothily and with childlike joy in front of the camera. So, I actually fell fascinated with the boy he was once, not the man he has become.

In fact, I remember feeling a little disappointed with how he turned out to be. I know it is sort of wrong to feel that way since that is pretty stupid but I sort of feel as if he has not actually lived up to the potential that I sensed in the boy.

He lost the happy, childlike look on that charming face he had in the photo, the innocent-looking eyes, the accepting face and the adorable big front teeth.

He used to wear his watch on his right hand too, revealing a sort of childish disregard to custom and a concern for comfort (since I read somewhere that he is left-handed). Since I sort of liked him, I also wore my watch on my right wrist back then.

Now, I recall seeing the watch on his left hand like everybody else.

I also remember liking the teener who seemed shy and schoolboy-like. I like seeing his unsophisticated self, his natural attitude, not really conscious of so many eyes watching him.

Now, I am still fascinated with the man he turned out to be.

I do know that typically, a rich young lad who grew up in the kind of environment he is could turn out to be a spoilt SOB or an emotionally handicapped person, unless he had someone to guide him along his way.

But, when things turned out differently in my own life, I realized that normal is as normal does. Insisting that they want to live a normal life is really silly, you know.

Normal in our standards is different from normal in their standards.

Because the norms that men adhere to often differ according to the planes of existence so it is quite overrated to say “I want to have as normal a life as possible.”
There is nothing really special about Prince William really. I have been watching some youtube clips of the guy as he attends one ceremony or another and the girls simply went wild.

I have never exhibited such a reaction in my life so I cannot understand that sort of hoo-haa over another person. Well, I guess I am not just into iconic idolatry.

Come to think of it, when did I ever madly scream over someone? I know I like Sandra Bullock and I adore Hugh Grant (hehe, I just watched Two Weeks Notice so may hang-up). Reese Witherspoon is cool too. And I think I sort of fancy Joe Jonas and Demi Lovato as well. And now, after watching Twilight (months after the Twilight craze) I guess I am also into Pattinson (or maybe, it’s the Edward Cullen character itself, Pattinson could do with more passionate intensity in a cool and not overrated manner.)

But, I have never gone wild over them.

During fiestas, when people in my hometown would throng over the arrival of a celebrity, I would go to the opposite direction (I hate the crush of people so I always avoid throngs and crowds as often as possible).

But then, I have not yet seen Prince William in person. Maybe if I do see him, I would also start screaming my head off (hehe, wonder what good it will do me, really stupid reaction).

Well, I just am plainly fascinated with Prince William in the same manner that Shakespeare, Byron, Shelley and Dickinson interest me. There is also the sense of wonder and curiosity about who or what he really is.

I mean, it is the kind of feeling you get when you hear a really good song and you simply want to download it from the internet so you will have a copy and you can play it anytime you want to. That is how I feel for him.

I equate the feeling with listening to the song Little Wonders by Rob Thomas. It’s beautiful.