Remember when you were a kid and your sister got the bigger cupcake? Or your brother got to take karate but you didn't? Or that kid on the playground cut in the tether ball line?
Auto-response: "It's not fair!"
I don't know what it is, but every kid seems to have this built-in Fairness Meter. They seem to see everything and everyone as needing to be treated equally. Well, when they're the ones getting the short end of the stick at least. The kids with the bigger piece of cake never seem to bring that up...
But anyway, the adult's usual response is the ever-annoying-because-it's-true: "Well, life's not fair."
At which point the kid grumbles something along the lines of "It should be." And the path to disillusionment begins.
But I'm starting to wonder if we ever truly grow out of that impulse to cry "It's not fair!" I know I'm supposed to be an adult and everything. I certainly know that life is nowhere close to fair. I know what it's like to be on the losing team when the winners cheated. I know how it is to get left out for no other reason than "you're different." I know what it's like to work too hard for too long and not get the reward.
At times like these the child in my head still yells "It's not fair!" Then the adult in my head chides me with "Well, life's not fair." And it still doesn't make be feel any better. I still mentally ball my fists, standing there defiantly, thinking, "It should be fair."
And maybe that's part of the reason humans write stories (well, at least this human). In stories, things mostly turn out how they're supposed to. Good guys beat bad guys. People get what they deserve (eventually). Sacrifice and suffering are rewarded with happily ever afters. Love lasts, or at least gets found. Life is...fair.
Okay, so not all stories do that, but the ones I love do. And I think that's why I love them so much. They call to my inner child, the one who just wants the world to be fair for once.