this is a pretty unfocused prompt, but okay...
for breakfast, i don't really recall eating anything. i got up this morning, and instead of eating breakfast, lynn and i laid down on the sofa upstairs together and watched "looper" on her ipad...
in fact, i think the first meal we had today was when we went through the drive through at mcdonald's. i had a double quarter pounder with cheese meal. it wasn't spectacular, but it was good as a burger: a bit on the salty side. the bag with the fries toppled at one point (i was driving the car), but i still got enough of them, in handfuls, to make it worthwhile...
at taiko practice this afternoon, one of the women in the early (beginner's) class made gau for chinese new year's. i thought this gau was excellent: good consistency, with a flavor that was composed of not just the brown sugar (i guess) that usually makes up gau. there was a sprinkling of coconut flakes on it that added just the right texture and taste to it. really good!
we went shopping at don quixote after taiko practice. aiden decided that he wanted curry, so that's what we bought. at home, lynn made it up: chicken with curry on rice. and that's what we had for dinner...
sorry for the brevity and terseness of my response. i suppose i'm not really into this prompt...
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as for a poem about "that time you met a friend at a cafe..." i can't recall such a time. i usually use the "cafe" (i.e. starbucks) whenever i need a place to work, alone.
there were times in the past, like when i was in california, when i would work at a "cafe" (i mean, do work at a cafe), and have this feeling of longing making a slow burn within me. actually, this sort of has a tradition that goes back to college days... especially my pathetic senior year. i recall going to the snack bar at baxter hall at odd hours of the day, and ordering something like a toasted muffin with butter on it, and a snapple drink, and just sitting there to work. no one would ever see me. no one would ever come up to talk to me. i know i had a secret yearning that someone would want to talk to me, but no, it never happened. and i would just dig myself deeper and deeper into isolation...
those were particularly dark days for me.
when i recall my past, i realize that i have, for long periods of my life, walked in the shadow of depression and loneliness. it is difficult to get out of it. no one, after all, wants to know of your sadness. and when you're there, well, that's pretty much all that you are.
there is no sympathy for people who are trapped like that. there's no understanding.
i think the one thing good about that time is that it gave me a sort of perspective, a kind of grim and dark humor about things. and (i hope) it taught me to appreciate the company of others. and (i hope) it taught me to empathize with loners and outcasts.
i somewhat hated (and maybe still do hate) people who "had it all together." it just seemed so - fake, and far removed from my reality. there is/was a truth in my brokenness that could not be systematized or mainstreamed, and the "completeness" of certain people seemed a denial and an affront to everything that i was...
...so i guess i was always looking for someone to be as broken and outcast as myself. i hoped we would recognize each other... feel each other's sharp and jagged incompatibilities and recognize them for what they were... (and it would've been a plus, at the time, if SHE were japanese, with a nice body, and a sort of gothic sensibility... hahaha)
oh well, i think i sort of strayed off the topic, but...
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