The Glass [Bead] Menagerie



The title, of course, is in reference (an allusion to) Tennessee Williams's play, The Glass Menagerie. I first read it in my first year of high school, and I was not a huge fan of it. The whole time I was reading the play, I was thinking, "Grow up, OMG." I was annoyed at the characters's (plural) inability to grow up, and act "normal". This was only exacerbated when I saw the movie adaption of it in school. The mother's voice, OMG, was so annoying, yet she talked so much. *sigh*

Now that I'm older, I don't really feel annoyance towards it. In general, my level of annoyance towards various things has lowered. The play, in a way, does reflect reality. There are people who can't face reality, and would rather live in a fantasy. There are also mothers who are trying to protect their children and go overboard in doing so.

Writing this, I feel like I've matured. Maybe it's because I'm really tired and sleepy and things make more sense when I feel this way, but... I'm hoping that I did grow up. Even just a tiny bit.

alice-jane

P.S The picture is a photo of a bunch of glass bead phone charms that I found in my desk. I've probably had  them for 3-4 years now?

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