I don’t live…I act
I’ve died so often, made love so much,
I’ve lost track of what is real.
Seeing is believing, but the eye is easily fooled
So don’t blink and you just may catch a glimpse of who I am.
My name, for all intents and purposes, is Alice, born a redhead, I am not so red anymore, at least not to the judicious eye. However, the rest of me including my temperament may at times slip from crimson to scarlet and back again.
I began, as beginning do, in California many moons ago. At the gentle age of four the family started moving; so one could aptly describe me as well traveled Like most people, I have good days and bad days.
On my good days I can be the nicest person you could ever meet, helpful, loving, and kind. On those days I would give you the shirt off my back. However, on darker days… well be forewarned, because I’m the bitch that people only whisper about when the sun is at its zenith. It is at times like this that priests are known to scurry around dousing all living creatures with holy water to right the imbalance.
My upbringing was weird, I was basically raised by my sister, who hates me because I was the pretty one… no really she does. When I was a kid, she used to pin me down to the bed and beat me in the face with wire clothes hangers. I have no visible scars.
I have a past, oh my, do I have a past. No I did not sell my body nor was I promiscuous. I don’t think I was ever really in trouble with the law per se, but I still have a past. It slips into an entry now and again… after eleven years of writing online it would.
My education and career choices are as varied as the countries that I have lived in and sometimes I think I am still searching for that ideal fit. I have three degrees in completely separate areas, several unrelated certifications.
I share my home with two of my three grown children and one of their friends. My eldest has Down Syndrome (note there is no “S” in “Down” though some dumb shit know it alls on a forum I no longer belong to will argue this point.) My eldest is employed, can read, and write and is the only one of my kids that possesses common sense at times. His picture along with my other children can be found someone on this site. Mine… well that is another story…ha!
For the last eight years, I have been teaching in the ghetto, trying to make a difference, this will be my last year of beating my head against that wall. I am heading back to civilization next year.
I have been described as unconventional, obsessive, outspoken, and on rare occasions witty. I am a master of useless trivia and Backgammon, obsessed with Scrabble, and most of the time just plain crazy. However, I prefer the term eccentric.
I tend to agree with Kurt Vonnegut:
“I want to stay as close to the edge as I can get without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.”
This is a work of friction.
Any resemblance to situations, conditions, places or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Copyright ©1997-2008 by me. All rights reserved .
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