When we’re young we all think our parents know nothing. I mean they’re OLD and their ideas are antiquated. Times have changed and people do things differently now.
As we get older we realize there was a lot of truth in what they told us and they were right all along.
I’m now 57, if mom were alive she’d be 90 and I just came to the conclusion her wisdom wasn’t everything I thought it was. She was full of $H*T. Yeah, I said it, my mom was wrong. My entire world has shifted, up is down and left is right. What do I do?
This realization hit me the other night after a lunch at my favorite cafeteria style restaurant here in Alabama. Zack’s has the best Country Fried Steak this side of……ANYWHERE. Their meat is so tender you can cut it with a fork and the gravy, don’t get me started on the white gravy. Dirty mashed potatoes do die for and then there’s 3 vegetables (I call them sides unless the universe shifted and mac & cheese is now a vegetable). Add 2 biscuits and a dessert and life can’t get any better. I left the restaurant full and not too uncomfortable.
Dinner comes around I don’t cook on Thursdays so it was decided to get Chinese for dinner. Again, one of my favorite dishes, Mongolian Beef with white rice and an extra egg roll. They must have misunderstood me and I ended up with not 1, not 2 but 3 egg rolls and as we all know, we can’t let it go to waste so I ended up eating them all. I’m sure it wasn’t the extra egg roll that put me over the edge but I need to shift blame to someone other than me so I’ll shout from the rooftops, IT’S THEIR FAULT.
After I eat I’m feeling OK for about 15 minutes then it hit. I was miserable. Yeah, sure I’ve felt this way before and always after I’d overeaten but it’s been a while. That was when my moms words came into my mind.
Mom’s famous words were “A person can eat something that makes them sick and they won’t eat it again but they can drink, get sick and feel awful the next day and they’ll turn around and do it all over again next week”. This is where reality hit and I realized she was WRONG. I ate something, well a lot of something and I was sick. I was moaning and groaning and hoping death would come through but in the back of my mind I knew I’d do it again. What’s even worse, this ill, wanting to die feeling wasn’t anything new. I know it’s been quite a while since I’ve felt this way but this use to feel normal to me.