I’ve been meaning to say something about this post for a few hours and keep getting side-tracked. Answering comments. Checking email. Another cuppa coffee anyone? Now, it’s after three and here I am. I’m supposed to say something surreal. Maybe something politically wise or emotionally meaningful.
I think today’s not my day for that.
Maybe it’s a bit more so with the Jack of Clubs on the throne, but life has been pretty strange for me a long time. There is no “normal life.” There’s just life.
Weird things happen to all of us and there’s no explanation. Shit happens. No one sends a manual. There are no instructions. It’s apparently our job — the human job — to squirm our way out of and through whatever we’ve fallen into, then act like it was “no big deal.”
Maybe that’s why I’ve always related to Alice and her long fall down the rabbit hole of life. Real life, my life and probably your life — is very like that rabbit hole. You fall into it. Eventually you land somewhere. Nothing makes sense, but … well … there you are. Foursquare at the bottom of a long hole. Maybe you are huge or tiny. Maybe you think you’re a cockroach.
Regardless, you’re pretty sure you’re suppose to do something, now that you’ve landed. You can’t just sit there, right? Just looking up and wondering if maybe you should try a scramble to the top. Because nothing made more sense before you started falling and getting back to the top won’t really clarify anything. And you’ll probably fall down the next hole you come to.
You might as well do the best you can with what you’ve got.
My, I’m so hungry. I think I’ll take a bite of that cake over there. Could you pass me that cup of glowing green liquid? I need something to wash down that bite of … oh my! … cake. I think I will wander off down that hallway, if i can get that tiny doorway open.
Anyone feel like joining me? This is just like Lord of the Rings, but without Mordor, Sauron, or the Ring. Or Gandalf.