The Bride of Gingy
Last
night I was watching Scared Shrekless. The first “horror”
story in this Halloween movie is called “The Bride of Gingy.” And Gingy’s bride
is nothing short of an overly-clingy codependent nightmare.
If
you are familiar with the Shrek movies,
you know that Gingy is the gingerbread man. In “The Bride of Gingy,” Gingy goes
to see the village baker because he is lonely and wants a sweetheart of his
own. So the village baker agrees to make a gingerbread girl for Gingy. As the
baker begins to mix-in the proper amount of sugar, according to his recipe,
Gingy insists that the baker include 10 times more sugar than the recipe calls
for using. He wants his bride to be truly sweet.
Within
a short time, Gingy meets his dream girl, Sugar. Suddenly we see them skipping
hand in hand through flower-filled fields while the song “Happy Together” by
The Turtles plays in the background. But “happily ever after” is not how this
story ends.
Next
we see Gingy and Sugar together in his gingerbread house. She is smothering him
with kisses and feeding him “forget-me-not” Valentine candies. Next, she goes
through his house pasting her picture over the pictures of Gingy’s friends. In
other words, goodbye Shrek, goodbye Donkey, goodbye Pinocchio. As far as Sugar’s
concerned there’s no need, or room, for other people in Gingy’s life. She’s all
he needs.
It
takes all of about seven minutes for Gingy to realize that he has created a
monster: A very codependent monster who wants to zap all of the life out of him
by possessing his every moment, his every breath. And so Gingy runs for his
life to escape from her!
I
used to be like the Bride of Gingy. I was very needy inside and very clingy. And
I sent many a person running from me, too. Sometimes those old needy feelings
still haunt me. At least I’m aware of them now and even though deep down I want
to act on them by running to and clinging to someone else, I don’t. I now know
better than to try and make someone else responsible for my uncomfortable
feelings. I need to own them myself and be responsible for them. They will
eventually pass through me and I will be stronger by facing them and allowing
them to pass through me.
If
I need additional help, I can always hand these uncomfortable feelings over to
my Higher Power, or talk to a recovery friend about how I’m feeling. But I no
longer need to smother a loved one with them.
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