an ancient primordial evil

Glinda the Good apologizes for saying “I hate Oz.”

musical gelphie: i hope you're happy

ok so. imagine that your whole life you're only fed apples and no other fruit. you're constantly told that apples are lovely and you should only want to eat them and nothing else. you despise apples btw. you cannot stand the taste nor texture nor the acid aftertaste they leave in your mouth. no matter if they're red or green or yellow or whatever. you. cannot. stand them. but again, you're only fed apples all the time. at breakfast, apples, lunch, apples, dinner, apple tart as dessert. and everyone around is constantly going on and on about how great apples are, how good they taste, and how childish you are for not liking them. "maybe you need to read more cookbooks on apples," they say, "it's because you refuse to talk to people who love apples," they say. dinner is a nightmare because they won't stop talking to you about this, and when you lift your gaze, you see a big beautiful bowl full of all kinds of fruit: there's grape, pears, oranges and what else, but you can't have them. they're not for you, everyone says, only a specific kind of people can have fruits that is not apples, and you're not it, so stop trying. you've resigned to this, even if you can't help resent it. you will never taste any other fruits, fine, but you will not eat apples anymore, they're awful and you don't have to eat them if you don't want to, right? wrong. if you don't want apples really, there must be something wrong with you, "you will not do anything else but peel and cut and study apples all day until you give up and eat" your mom says. it's inescapable, everywhere you turn: apples; anyone you talk to: apples.