So I'm laying about starkers tonight and, naturally, I thought of the SG. It occurs to me I've been neglecting my social obligations for those who possess the questionable taste to follow my blog, but okay. I wanted to share something demented: this weekend was a disaster; it involved my beloved spouse and the kind of logic that began to spawn ideas like "Does one's happiness come at the expense of others?"
Yeah, it was that kind of weekend. And a notion came to me: Alice in Wonderland is my favorite story and my own personal little obsession and it occurred to me that you always hear about all those poor, misunderstood Victorian children who fall down the rabbit hole and land in Wonderland; a fearsome realm filled with danger and madness.
I have just one question: what happens to those who come from Wonderland and wind up here in THIS world?
How would you deal with that? How could you go from "anything is possible" to "9-5, barbie is beauty, wear a silk noose around your neck 40 hours a week or we'll grind you into goo." You want to talk about a terrifying realm of danger and madness? And for all the supposed evils of Wonderland, it has one thing going for it that has the "real world" beat.
They may KILL you, but they do not JUDGE you. The Red Queen may take your head, but it's not personal; it's just how she enjoys herself. The Jabberwocky will devour you, but not because you're fat, thin, gay, straight, poor, or rich. You are simply food.
Today I was Alice, banished from my Wonderland, forced through the bones of the world and vomited back up the rabbit hole and into London. "Cause there's no place like LONDON! (There's a hole in the world like a great, black, pit...")
There's a reason the rabbit hole is only meant to go in the one direction. Because, something that occurs to one who sees the world as it is and realizes it is not a world they belong in:
Sometimes being sane is less fun than being dead.
Tea anyone?