Tuesday, October 31, 2006
This Is No Dream, This Is Really Happening
For a little over a year during my childhood, I developed the odd habit of rubbing my eyes for so long and with such ferocity that I'd break blood vessels underneath them, causing two bright scarlett rings to appear, giving my face a rather demonic slant. Of course, my parents told me to cease and desist. I wanted to and for a short time I would, long enough to heal and start the cycle again. The rings terrified me with that horrible recognition that I suppose everyone gets now and then -- I have done some real damage to myself, I must stop now! Coupled with the secret thrill -- I have power to do something awful. I can, in fact, cause destruction without anyone to stop me.
The irony was that my eyes had always brought me lots of attention -- I had a set identical to my father's (ala Rosemary's Baby -- She has her father's eyes!) and people loved them and often commented on them, describing them as knowing, and less frequently, haunted. No mistaking who she belongs to, I'd hear. I liked to observe people even then and seldom spoke unless asked a direct question. Became adept at answering the question -- What happened to you? about my bloody rings. Giving the only reply I could muster -- I did it to myself, which made me both glad and sad. How often do we get to take full credit for anything?
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Awful things happen in every apartment house." Ira Levine, Rosemary's Baby
Drinking movie suggestion: Rosemary's Baby -- a great Halloweenish flick about a the former Mrs. Woody Allen (this is while she was still Mrs. Frank Sinatra and before she was Mrs. Andre Previn) and a cast of crazies trying to get her to raise Satan's child.
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Halloween! Thanks to all the readers for the great comments!