Sylvia Plath and fingerbowls

From The Bell Jar:

"Mrs. Guinea answered my letter and invited me to lunch at her home. That was where I saw my first fingerbowl.

The water had a few cherry blossoms floating in it, and I thought it must be some clear sort of Japanese after-dinner soup and ate every bit of it, including the crisp little blossoms.  Mrs. Guinea never said anything, and it was only much later, when I told a debutante I knew at college about the dinner, that I learned what I had done."

I wonder how many "fingerbowls" I've encountered in life that I unknowlingly sipped as soup. I'm starting to believe that life itself is my fingerbowl. I've come to think that I am mistakingly viewing life to be something that it is not. I'm treating it as if it has a different purpose other than to be lived. Though the group "Disney Gave Me False Expecations About Hair" is a quirky Facebook fabrication, it holds more truth than a fortune cookie. Disney also gave me false expectations about men and the future and life in general.

What a rude awakening on account of the Magic Kingdom...