The Dark Side of Elitism: My Secret Desires and Fears

As I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the Blue Santa Hat that’s become a symbol of my confinement, I’m reminded of the narrow-minded expectations that have defined my life. I’m a High Elf, a master craftsman, a perfectionist, and yet, I feel suffocated by the very ideals that are supposed to make me proud. My true passion, the one I dare not speak aloud, is dentistry. The precision, the artistry, the ability to transform a flawed smile into a work of art – it’s all so tantalizingly out of reach. I often find myself lost in the intricacies of human teeth, the imperfections that make each smile unique, and the beauty that can be coaxed out with the right touch.

My days are a constant battle between the need for control and the fear of being found out. I’ve mastered the art of hiding my true self, of putting on a mask of confidence and charm, but the truth is, I’m terrified of being seen as weak, as less than the perfect High Elf I’m expected to be. My insecurity gnaws at me like a rodent in the walls, a constant reminder that I’m living a lie. I’m trapped in a world where perfection is the only acceptable standard, and I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever be able to break free from the chains of expectation and follow my heart, no matter how dark or twisted it may seem.

It’s funny, I often find myself looking at Rudolph, that clumsy, lovable oaf, and wondering what it would be like to be as carefree as he is. To be able to make mistakes, to be able to be imperfect, without the weight of the world’s expectations bearing down on me. But, of course, that’s just a fantasy. I’m Hermey, the High Elf with the ‘problematic’ personality, the one who’s too particular, too finicky, too…perfect. And so, I’ll continue to hide behind my mask, to keep my secret desires locked away, and to pretend that I’m happy with the life I’ve been given. But the truth, the ugly truth, is that I’m dying inside, suffocating under the weight of my own expectations.