Titanium and MSG

another migraine-ish night, the 2nd one this week. i think these are more like titanium headaches than classic migraines. this may not make sense to those people out there whose cervical vertebrae are not fused together by titanium. i hope this will never make sense to them. Metallic headaches have a different kind of resonance.

this may also have been brought on by a rare argument with my mother while eating Chinese take-out leftovers. She was very very very upset that her 21 and 22 year old grand-daughters are not married, do not have children, and have not yet figured what they will be doing the rest of their lives. i was really surprised to hear this because the one member of my family who vaguely followed this course eventually attempted suicide. And that led to a seismic shift in my parents perspectives on and expectations for their children from that point on and ever since. They became more gentle and open and accepting.

I tried my best to defend my nieces as best as I could. I said, Mom, they are seedlings. It’s ok for them to still be exploring the world and not have everything figured out just yet.  My mother said that by the time she had reached 21, she was working and supporting my father get through medical school. It’s true, she did.

But it was so odd to hear my mother express her disappointment in my nieces. it may have been the sciatica talking. And the MSG  in the mongolian beef probably did not help matters any.

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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