unphased

somebody removed a small section of my head today, i guess for my health, but i don’t think it had any medicinal purposes that i was aware of. i actually did not at all mind, this biopsy. the doctor was amazed by how unfazed i was during the little procedure. i told her i could barely feel a thing. actually, i said, if you’d like to remove more, i say go for it. take as much as you’d like.

it will probably be another 10 days before i hear the results, and i am doing my best to sweep it all under the carpet (or rug). you, who are reading this sentence, are the first person i am talking to about this. and i’m not really sure why i am telling you because now i’ll be worried that you’ll be worried about me. but really, there’s nothing to worry about.

i am probably more worried about listening to a couple of voice mails that i’ve avoided for the past 2 days. or about getting enough sleep, real sleep, tonight. but again i must plead with you not to worry about my worrying. i will be fine. i know you will be, too.

if only i could just finish this apartment hunt. but let’s not talk about that right now. i should be more like my sister who always gives me the same answer to any question i ask her about how she is or what she has been working on. “I don’t really want to talk about that now.” And so i stop asking.

i can’t even remember why i mentioned her. oh… that’s right. because I can see some advantages of not talking about some (but not all) things. It’s a nice option to have.

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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