Just got back from the gym. Finished Cat's Eye by Margaret Atwood late last night. Truthfully, more like early early this morning. It wasn't the easiest book to read, because the topic dealt with cruelty to others. I'd like to believe that everyone ultimately has good intentions, but I know that's not the case in "real life." Even those we'd trust to have pure motives- politicians, police, administrators, professors, lawyers, and doctors- are capable of stunning cruelty.
But this book focused a lot on cruelty that masquerades as friendship. It happens. Those we trust simply know how to hurt us the most effectively. In the book, Elaine becomes good friends with Cordelia. That relationship shapes the rest of Elaine's life. It had echoes of Oryx and Crake, which makes sense because of the same author. Friendship is a risk, and one that always comes with a cost.
I'll get back to poems tomorrow, hopefully. I wanted to write about the stars. Or how to be a family across a continent. Or even how to make each day different, new. Because all of those topics are a bit of a struggle right now. I feel like a rat trapped in a cage. Or like Han, Luke, and Leia in the garbage compactor...Nerd Life. I don't know how to get off the metaphorical and physical treadmill.
I'm starting to understand that truth is more complicated than what I've been told. There are so many facets, and there's never just two sides to a story. I do want more Margaret Atwood in my life though.