Feel like your kid.

Hi, Hamako.

〉〉Hyahoooo ! Thanks a lot, Hamako !
〉
〉Well, good job.

As you said that, I slightly feel like that I'm one of
your kids.
Even though I feel that's not bad...

〉〉〉〉It's my pleasure. (As a one of the middle-aged-men, I definitely
〉〉〉〉can't use face-marks for indicating some emotion inside myself...)
〉〉〉
〉〉〉Why not?!
〉〉〉Don't hesitate and just try it(^^)/
〉
〉〉There is no mentionable reason, but... simply I can't.
〉〉At the same time, I've been considering that I may never
〉〉use face-marks since I'm preferring the way to describe
〉〉any of my feeling using my words, according to its beauty
〉〉and rules as possible as I can, but slightly leaving its
〉〉own usual usage.
〉〉Don't you think it's pretty charming way to use any
〉〉language, if it's successful like as your words,
〉〉"Daigaku Potatoes" ?
〉
〉OK. I might got your point of view.
〉I've thought you always think logically with warm mind.

I think it is slightly different.
I have always been considering from my youth
that my logical part of thinking must hear what
my sensitive part of it is saying, and obey it.

First I frequently feel some kind of difference
or unmatch or misrelationed thing between some
concepts or matters, as sense of incongruity.

But at the instant of such feeling occurs, I cannot
exactly grasp what is wrong with them.
Then I start deeply considering about this sense of
incongruity, what it is and where it comes from.

However, in my youth, although I could become aware of
and then recognize the root of such unmatches finally,
only thing I could do was to explain it to my
companies with the way of logical construction, then
it usually became stupid ,senseless, simply too long
logical explanation !

As a result, I often have been being called I was a
too logical freak, and I had to admit it.

So in my thiries, I was always caring not to be
too much locgical. As a result of my effort,
it seemed to become relived little by little.
But especially when I get tired too much, my
too-much-logical-way often arises again.

〉And still I like using face-marks.
〉So I'd use it sometimes and I guess you don't care about it, do you?

Of course, I don't !
I also have been considering from my youth that
everybody is different and independent existence
each other, so everybody can keep one's own way of
behavior or habitudinal things, except for the case
when anybody around the one must care about some of
one's behavior.

In addition, you are so generous that you
never got angry or bad feelings even if I reject
your offer to use face-marks, aren't you ?

Naturally, I think we can communicate and
understand each other even though the way of
indicating one's emotion is different.
Don't you think ?

〉〉It's merely past thing, for more than ten years.
〉〉But, until that time, I didn't know such a side-effect of garlic.
〉〉What the wonderous thing is, one day right after that painful
〉〉night, I heard some guy on some TV show was talking about exact
〉〉same situation, and this TV show was telling the risk of raw
〉〉garlic with some scholastic explanation.
〉〉I couldn't stop questioning.
〉〉"Why now ? Isn't that too good timing ?"
〉
〉Oh, it was a synchronicity?
〉Or someone (or something) wanted to told you that
〉because someone intended to help you?

Wow !
This phenomenon can be scripted in English with the
word "synchronicity" ! I get this word for the first
time whole my life.

Yeah ! Exactly, it had to be some kind of
synchronicity.

By the time, have you ever experienced some
synchronicity like as eventually aggregated busy
events ?
I've experienced such kind of mess several times
in my youth.

First the deadline of my project in my work, this
was decided before months.
Second an activity-camp of my circle right after
the deadline was planned.
Third the invitation for my friend's wedding at
the day of the last day of the camp has arrived.

At that time, I could not stop questioning myself
"Why ? At the same time, can these things happen ?
Why? Can these events gradually be gathered ?
Even though I'm unable to enjoy the end-of-camp-party
which would be supposed to be held in some kind
of Izakaya, with so much joyful talking with my
fellows..." Sigh, sigh, sigh...

Hooogh.

Sweet dreams, Hamako.