Alice: Reflections of a Looking Glass Friendship (true story allegory)

behind the glass

“Of course it hurt that we could never love each other in a physical way. We would have been far more happy if we had. But that was like the tides, the change of seasons–something immutable, an immovable destiny we could never alter. No matter how cleverly we might shelter it, our delicate friendship wasn’t going to last forever. We were bound to reach a dead end. That was painfully clear.” ― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

They say you meet friends in the damnedest places when you aren’t looking for them and I thought this was utter nonsense until the day I found a friend in the reflection of a mirror. I know what you’re thinking and no, this isn’t a story about finally finding and befriending myself or coming into contact with the Supreme Intelligence that exists within me, because it wasn’t my reflection. This person, this woman who has no name as far as you’re concerned, that I will call Alice, stood beside the mirror version of myself, to the left. Always left of center. I should have taken that as a sign, but you never see the glaringly obvious without the benefit of hindsight, do you?

Before you mistake Alice for an imaginary friend, know that were I in a mirrorless room, I wouldn’t be able to communicate with her because she simply wouldn’t be there.

How she came to be trapped within mirrors is anyone’s guess and I doubt she truly knew herself, though whenever asked, she would always blame her fractured memory, splintered like the shards of glass of a shattered mirror that held incomplete images of her past.

She was fascinating in her way, Alice was. A brain filled with dark matter. Insecure to a fault. A high maintenance friend if ever there was one. Not only was she needy, self-absorbed to the exclusion of all else, devoid of a funny bonedespite the fact she claimed to have an excellent sense of humorbut she was also passive-aggressive and more than slightly obtuse when it came to the rules of the world that existed outside her own head. But as I said, fascinating in her own right.

It’s a shame that fascination wasn’t enough to carry through. I was determined in the beginning to plant our relationship in the soil of time, water it with patience and let it bask in the rays of understanding.

What sprang from the dirt wasn’t the flower of friendship, but the weeds of unwanted advice. It’s what broken people do, you see, they have an undying need to give others advice on how to fix themselves. I am by no stretch of the imagination a Bible scholar, but I am familiar with the passage:

And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?”

But I endured it. You ask me why? I couldn’t tell you. That’s what friends are for, I reckon. But then I started to notice that her reflection was dwarfing my own. She began taking up the majority space in the mirror, and I, trying to keep the peace had ignored the signs and allowed it to happen. My own fault, I plainly admit it.

But no more.

As I grow older, reluctantly wiser, and I reevaluate my life choices and take stock of my friends, I see with regard to the Alice matter that I will never get a decent return on my investment. Some people are a bad fit within their own skin as well as with other people.

Not long after, I noticed she wasn’t simply trapped within a mirror. Alice was actually trapped in a glass box of her own construction, caught within a mirror pocket dimension. And to add insult to injury, she was attempting to trap my reflection, and thereby me, inside one as well.

In the end, I did the only thing I could do, for she gave me no other choice. I placed her reflection in the only fitting place I could think of — my rearview mirror. The very last time I ever laid eyes on Alice, she was shrinking in the distance until she was little more than a dot on the horizon.

My sincerest wishes for her are to find her way out of her glass cage and strive to be more than a visual echo in the reflectors of others. But that first step begins with her. She has to want to be a real person, and I’m not sure she knows how.

In any event, adieu, Looking Glass Girl. Here’s not looking at you, kiddo. To the rest of you lot, go forth, make friends, and be mindful of mirror-lurkers.

©2021 Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys

13 responses to “Alice: Reflections of a Looking Glass Friendship (true story allegory)

    • Thanks, Rob. Take a nickel’s worth of free advice from a guy who knows better and cut her visit short. “Oh, oh, here she comes… watch out boy she’ll chew you up…”


  1. I think we’ve all had people like your Alice in our lives and sometimes it’s difficult to extricate ourselves from the relationship. Well worded!

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    • I’ve reached that stage in life where if things don’t enhance my life in some way, mentally, spiritually, emotionally, or physically, then it has to go. I know “life’s too short” is a worn-out saying, but it’s true, nonetheless.

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  2. That’s such an interesting story and I’m sad you couldn’t make the friendship work but some people are just like that, too into themselves and I totally understand having a friendship where you get no return on your investment. Sometimes walking away is the best solution.

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    • Friendships that are meant to last, last, so don’t feel sad, it’s all for the best. And I sincerely hope the best for her. I just wasn’t the right person to help her out, that’s all.

      Thank you for taking the time to read and comment!

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  3. Alice looked to good to be true. They’re always the dangerous ones. You’ve taken a completely different take on mirror images. Wasn’t expecting it to wind to the rearview mirror.
    Good thing she didn’t consume you and trap you with her. You would’ve been two images in a mirror, and the third would’ve been a tight squeeze.
    Good riddance to Alice and her reflection, or both. And please kindly beware of mirrors from now on. It’s best you to stick to shiny silverware. They bring out the best facial angles.
    Lovely post as always. 🙂

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    • Everyone has their quirks and eccentricities, some you can live with, others aren’t good for your mental or emotional well-being. I’m closer to the end of the race than the beginning, so the friendships I make in the back half of my life, have to improve my life in some way. I can’t afford to settle for less.

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