Alice in Wonderland
Would you believe that I have never read Alice in Wonderland? Okay, I have seen the cartoon and the 50 million different versions of what people think it is all about, but I have never actually read the book. (excuse in coming: I have a problem you see, when something is popular or overdone or over romanticized or just over… Well, I have no interest in it. I detest being one of many. But, that is another blog – written and re-written in every shape and size)
So, I am sitting in the restaurant this evening trying Bourbon for the first time (I have to admit, I am not a fan of it, but it was worth a try) reading Alice or should I say reading the 30 page introduction of what the editor think Alice is all about and I start to think to myself “self, do writers really think about all the psycho babble when they are writing or do they just write for the pure fun of it?” But, that in itself would be another blog entirely (and one I actually haven’t written on to date.)
Other side notes of the absolute absurdity of life, growing up and aging was I was witness to two events this afternoon on the sadness of humanity and loneliness and it started me to thinking that at 38 and no one in my life is that what I shall become. See, one elderly woman was in the BN store this afternoon and just sitting in a chair watching the world go by. She seemed lonely and sad and empty. The next thing I knew she was taking a tumble down the escalator. The only thing she seemed to want was all the attention she was getting from the staff. Free coffee, free books that she was holding in her hand, someone to sit with her for an hour and talk. (no, she was not hurt in her tumble.) The second thing I saw was an elderly couple in their 70’s. The man was reading the paper at the dinner table and the woman was talking to anyone who would listen and if they didn’t she complained about her dinner. Once again, not to get a free dinner but just so she would get the attention. I think I would rather just be the mouse in the corner lost in my book (or should I say down the rabbit hole) than be one of them.
