Re-watched Hook recently, and I gotta say, I think I’d 100 % rather be Rufio than Peter Pan, outside the whole dying at the end thing obviously. The thing about Pan is, he grew up, he had to go back, he had those INSUFFERABLE kids who just wanted attention while Dad was out trying to make baller money, that nagging wife from Britain who probably busted his balls every single day about not living in Britain anymore, and on top of it all, he had to live with the fact that he couldn't fly anymore.
I mean that’s it, you’ve been to the zenith, you know for a fact that your life is not getting better, your best is behind you. The only thing that keeps me personally going some days is A) the hope that maybe people start to like this blog on a legitimate level, and B) I could perhaps win the lottery…But Pan? Big whoop if he hits the lottery, he USED TO FLY. He had daily sword fights with pirates! His best friend was a smoking hot fying fairy thing. No amount of lottery winnings is going to give you pixie dust so you can fly again.
I mean I’m sure he’s glad that he turned out successful and has a healthy family and all, but the thing is, he probably didn’t want that, just didn't have a choice. You really think Peter Pan came back to the real world and wanted to be some Mergers and Acquisition laywer? Hell no. But he probably figured out real quick that running around in tights with a sword doesn’t bring home the bacon in the real world. You’re not landing Wendy Darling by going out on street corners and begging for tips while you do peter pan stunts. Being Peter Pan just isn't a money making position. If I were Peter Pan I'd probably still have this awful middle manager job. I'd have to. A Pan's gotta eat.
No I definitely wouldn't want to be Peter Pan, Rufio had it figured out, had the adoration of the other lost boys, wore half shirts like AC slater, had that awesome ride thing up in the trees, wore pink highlights in his hair, because who gives a shit, you’re Rufio. That’s the life I’d choose.