just right...

illustration by Kurt Wiese

Funny story, don't you think? Depending on the illustrations, the bears can really look like the bad guys. But when you sympathize with the littlest bear who got his porridge eaten and his chair broken,   you may find yourself quickly switching sides, like a gutless flip-flopper. You know what's really scary? When I try to remember my childhood brain, I may have actually walked away from this story thinking something along the lines of, 'You have to keep trying until you find the one that's just right' (ie. don't settle). Whoa, that's pretty scary. And you thought Goldilocks was selfish. Perhaps, some walk away thinking, 'When breaking and entering, don't fall asleep.' That certainly makes me feel better anyways. It's interesting to discover how people see things differently. Fairytales like this one, which don't seem to have any clear morals, are especially suited for this, like those ink blot tests which are clearly obscure. In my defense, I'm not the only one to have hung on to this 'just right' theme. Did you know scientists have named the area in a solar system where the planets are neither too cold, nor too hot to support life a 'Goldilocks zone?' We live in the Goldilocks zone of our solar system; bet you didn't know that. Who is this little girl anyway? Is she homeless? She was obviously tired and hungry and wandering around in the forest all alone, not that that gave her the right to just go right in and make herself at home, but it certainly does help you along in sympathy. But then, if she was so hungry, why all the fuss- beggars can't be choosers. 

I'll just leave you to ponder these things on your own. I'm sure you have your own thoughts on the subject. But I love this new phrase 'Goldilocks zone' I think I'll use it. I have a very well defined Goldilocks zone in my brain for most things, the trouble is, it's not always easy to find. I think I've spent most of my life trying to remain in the Goldilocks zone. This is totally random, but I can remember my 10 year old self at a friend's house eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and thinking, 'This is the best pb&j I've ever had!' I think I asked the mom what brand of peanut butter and how did she make it. If I remember correctly, the secret lies in putting the peanut butter on both pieces of bread, but I'm still convinced it was just really good peanut butter. I often remember that, because I think it is so weird and I can see that that weirdness persists to this day. For some reason, though, this type of behavior is acceptable as an adult, at lease I see everyone else doing it. Apparently, adults are expected to be unreasonable. k. I'm outa here. As usual I am late for school. I think this is "the magic" that makes blogs happen- tardiness.