So yesterday I wrote about fulfilling my childhood dream of becoming Luke Skywalker. But as I look back on it, I wonder why I didn’t want to be someone else–someone who was smarter, snarkier, and a better shot.
Why didn’t I want to be Princess Leia?
Leia had weird hair. I’ll just throw that out there.
Compared to her mother’s, though, it was downright boring.
I wanted to be Luke because he got to use the Force and that was just cool. I distinctly remember sitting in a Bob’s Big Boy after seeing The Empire Strikes Back and trying to move the salt shaker with my mind. It didn’t work.
Similarly, I have never been able to phase through a wall like Kitty Pryde.
Real life is such a disappointment, isn’t it?
Princess Leia is seriously badass. I never read any of the fan fiction or anything, but I remember hearing that the canonical novels had her become a Jedi after the movies. In my mind, if Leia as a Jedi was standing next to Luke, there would be no contest.