those who know me well know very well my need to imbue a sense of meaning or at least symbolism on pretty much anything in existence. i honestly can't help but think that the Universe is some..........well, not to sound so shamanistic, but, some sacred Story Teller holding up one big fat amazing delicious mystery choose your own adventure picture book for me to flip through hungrily and figure out and sometimes it's Dostoevsky, and sometimes it's Maurice Sendak, and sometimes it's some homeless man on the streets. how i loved those choose your own adventure books. i could read the same one 12 times and know every possible ending and still be as thrilled as the first time when i turned to page 18 instead of 22 when i chose to jump off the cliff and not run over the drawbridge and found out that there is actually an escape jeep waiting at the bottom and not a swamp full of starving alligators. i would stuff my face with multiple lenders frozen bagels, toasted, smeared amply with cheap margarine, or sometimes gummy store-brand cream cheese if we were having a lucky week, truly one after another, and read those books, all day. choose your own adventure.
i've heard a lot lately of how we specifically choose what's in our lives. shitty relationships, check. stressful jobs, check. loud neighbors, check. but honestly, the pages i've been choosing lately....they just keep flying through the dark scary tunnels, one lifesaver after another. i turned to page 67 when i chose to keep swinging on the trapeze instead of jumping back on the plank and on page 67, the plank plummets to the circus tent floor, sabotaged by some crazy clown mad culprit. i keep swinging, and my hot, handsome partner and i not only finish our act - to much applause - and catch the clown culprit who let the elephants loose on page 14.
the best thing about choose your own adventure is that you can choose to start again, or, you can just choose where to start.
i've heard a lot lately of how we specifically choose what's in our lives. shitty relationships, check. stressful jobs, check. loud neighbors, check. but honestly, the pages i've been choosing lately....they just keep flying through the dark scary tunnels, one lifesaver after another. i turned to page 67 when i chose to keep swinging on the trapeze instead of jumping back on the plank and on page 67, the plank plummets to the circus tent floor, sabotaged by some crazy clown mad culprit. i keep swinging, and my hot, handsome partner and i not only finish our act - to much applause - and catch the clown culprit who let the elephants loose on page 14.
the best thing about choose your own adventure is that you can choose to start again, or, you can just choose where to start.
