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something is happening to my left shoulder.

i don’t mean to complain about it. but on an objective level, i can see it does not like to stretch back so I can push my left arm into the sleeve of my down parka.

it doesn’t like to steer my car, either hard right or hard left.

it doesn’t like when i try to raise it up.

it doesn’t like to push or hold doors open for me. it doesn’t like when i tell it, “it’s OK. don’t worry about me. i can handle this on my own.” it seems to resent that.

it especially does not like when i use it to lift my laptop bag, grocery bags, garbage bags (i am sure there are more bags i could add to this list).

it likes it best when i put things down.

it doesn’t like any of the stretches i am trying to loosen its grip.

it doesn’t like when i challenge it.

it doesn’t like when i succumb to it.

it doesn’t like when i question it.

it doesn’t like it when i worry about it.

in fact, it would prefer if i did not even acknowledge it.

i get the sense that my left shoulder does not like me very much at all.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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One Response to unliked

  1. john norris says:

    I had a similar problem with my right shoulder about a year ago. My Dr. said the Japanese have a name for this common occurrence, mostly in men, which translates into “50 year-old shoulder”. Cheers Lost Ped, we’re getting old.

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