“I hate hippies. Too bad I am one,” I said to Ming.
I had ordered online some spelt pasta. “Yeah, in case your elbow is in a spelling bee,” I said.
I read the box directions for cooking the pasta. It said to bring water to a boil and slowly add the pasta. “Yeah, it’ll be more nutritious if you add it slowly. Wouldn’t want to upset your pasta!”
That’s what I meant about hating hippies. “Intentionality,” Ming said.
It hurts me, how we’re supposed to do everything mindfully. Oh, hippies. I like the idea of paying attention, being in the moment, doing what I’m doing. Yeah! But feels sad when it’s a marketing tool, rather than a heartfelt thing.
I’m glad to meditate, do yoga, see the flower I’m looking at, enjoy my breath. But adding pasta to boiling water? I don’t know–maybe, yeah, but not at the instructions on the box.
“It’s an experiment,” Ming said. “I added the pasta quickly!”
“Did you hurt its feelings?” I asked.
Ok, that was too much snark. Thank you for being patient with me.
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