The main back-story, though, is not about boyfriends at all, but instead is about my relationship to this classic tale of a little girl whose adventures were so fantastical that they were rumored to have been conjured by the influence of opium or something similar. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is among the most important books I know of, when I consider my knowledge of children's literature. It's left a fairly big impression on me. Oddly enough, I've never read the actual book. Yes. I have an English degree. Today it seems wise to put the classic on my personal reading list. But today, too, I'm going to continue reminiscing about my odd little relationship with Little Girl Alice Who Adventures.
Instead of reading this book, I have, instead, watched the movie. With a guy whose name I can no longer recall, but we're going to call him Mark. My recollections of the movie are always and forever tied up with memories about where I was and how I came to be watching this movie with Mark. (As well as eating the shrimp dinner he so graciously-if-not with ulterior motives, I eventually realized, prepared for me.) And generally getting very creeped out and wanting my parents more than I had ever want to see my parents in my 20 something years, before or after. Those were tricky times, the early twenties.
I now have Go Ask Alice - White Rabbit running through my head. Which, prior to the aforementioned non-date with the aforementioned creepy guy, I never recalled hearing. He was shocked and a little judgey that I had never seen the movie and, too, that I wasn't more familiar with the music of The Band That Changed Its Name So Very Many Times Who Can Possibly Keep Up? (But who am I to judge anybody for changing their mind about anything whatsoever? I mean, seriously.) And in case you're wondering, the band was - I've just learned - called Jefferson Airplane at that phase in their incarnation. You can have this song running through your head too, if you like. Just click here!
For quite a lot of years after the non-date that I should never have been on in the first place, which - incidentally, took place in a town about 100 miles from where I lived, that tidbit being only one of the reasons the whole thing was so traumatic, I couldn't hear this song without getting cold chills and wanting to call my parents just to check in and feel safe again. To be clear: he didn't do anything to me. I was not abused in any way, shape or form (as they sometimes say,) nor remotely harmed. But the clarity I gained that night, in all my youthful innocence, that I had put myself into a position that could have gone so terribly wrong was never forgotten. And is, fascinatingly, forever wrapped up in the story of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
How, I wonder, does one wrap up such a story within a story within a story? Perhaps by saying that somehow, more than 20 years after seeing this movie and discovering this haunting song I now quite enjoy, I have the much-welcome skills to enjoy creating graphics that feature the very words of this "fictional nonsense" and making one simple, tiny contribution to the massive collection of creative expression that was spawned by one (not even his real name) Lewis Carroll. That he was a mathematician just makes it all the more fascinating in its hat tip to how delicious it is to me that things just don't fit into tidy boxes.