‘The time has come” the walrus said, “to talk of many things: of shoes — and ships — and sealing wax — of cabbages — and kings.”
While it is unlikely I will seriously be discussing cabbage, (though I’ve heard juicing it can be good for the digestive system) you will find, I hope, as diverse an array of subjects as Cabbages and Kings – let alone Lewis Carroll himself – discussed on this blog.
I begin with “the time has come” because inevitably this English major was going to find her way onto the Internet in order to contribute her two cents to the vast array of nonsense already on display for the world to see. And I begin with Alice in Wonderland due to the fact that I rather feel like Alice, plummeting down the rabbit hole. Translation: I just graduated from College. An unfortunate occurrence, which happens even to the best of us.
The world of sensible nonsense into which Alice falls is surprisingly reminiscent of this mythical thing sometimes referred to as “the real world.” Life feels like it has become an endless line of very merry unbirthdays. Perhaps the most mind-bending aspect of arriving in this wonderland-real world is that I’ve arrived at all. Graduation was just a myth made up by people to scare us into appreciating the benefits of free laundry, printing, and beer. It wasn’t real.
Graduation simply allowed us to wallow in self-pity when the administration advertised Senior check-out with a line from the song Closing Time “you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.” Seeing that, I immediately wanted nothing other than to stay forever. See Princeton, I’m still a child. You say “no” and I immediately want that thing! I like to tell people that my childhood ended when the credits rolled on the last Harry Potter movie (let’s be real, that franchise defined this generation). Obviously, I’m totally a real adult now. Right, guys?
So like many of the other lost souls commonly known as recent grads, I am hoping that through writing on my fascinations and with a few too many literary references, that I may one day stumble upon something resembling an answer to the caterpillar’s question: Who are you?
I invite you to join me on this adventure through the looking glass and into wonderland, on a quest to discover what “adult” means. Along the way I intend to entertain you as best I can, get a little lost, accidentally wander back again and paint a few roses red. (This may result in an interesting crafts project come Valentine’s Day…)
On that note, there is nothing left to do than simultaneously embrace the geek within and staunchly refuse to accept the college saying “its not alcoholism till you graduate,” by sharing with you a particularly tasteful recipe that is oh-so appropriate to the topic at hand: The Jabberwocky.
My challenge to you: pour yourself one of these, consume it and say the following five times fast:
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
If you succeeded, congratulations, you have a higher tolerance than I do.
Till next time…
“The proper order of things is often a mystery to me. You too?”
– The Cheshire Cat