Noodles

I saw her in my dream. She was still the doe-eyed beauty that I cherished. Her hair was still perfect, her lips were still supple, her body was still bangin’. She was standing on the sidewalk in the rain, under a black umbrella. She was waiting for a cab. I looked at her from across the street. I had no umbrella. The rain soaked me to the skin. I was shivering from the howling wind and yet I stood there, in place, watching her. She looked at me. She didn’t smile. The cab came and took her away leaving me alone on the street in the rain.

 

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I had noodles for supper. Don’t look at me like that, you’ve had noodles too! It wasn’t because I didn’t have anything else to eat. I did. I do. But it was a long day and I was tired and lazy.

I can still feel your judgement but I shall ignore you.

Anyway, noodles. The brain has this weird way of connecting things with others, making metaphorical links to stuff. Stuff you’d rather just sweep under the rug but no, the brain just has to remind you.

This is literally what my brain just showed me as I had my noodle supper, “Hi Mark. See those noodles over there on that plate?”

“Yes Brain, I see them,” I said.

“See how bland and boring they look?”

“Uh huh,” I said as I took a bite.

“Isn’t it sad that that is your life?”

I stopped eating. “What do you mean, Brain?”

Brain was all up in my business now. “I mean, your life was full of pomp and color and now it’s just meeh. Like a white-washed wall. Like a snowflake in Antarctica.” Brain gave me other colorful similies to describe how bland my life is.

“Why are you so mean, Brain?”

“Because, it’s my job to guide you. To give you the facts. You would be lost without me.”

Sasa you’re complaining?”

Sindio! Ever since you started listening to Heart over there, you have been unbearable. You were happy. You were in a relationship with a hot lass. Three years, you guy! And you tossed that away. For what? Coz Heart told you to? Kuwanga serious.

At this point Heart joined the conversation. “Wewe Brain, wachanga hii kiherehere yako.

“Um… guys,” I started saying.

“Who told you that you have the final say here, Heart? I run this body. I should be in control. I know best,” Brain was saying.

“Well, I run this spirit. And I know best. Nobody ever wrote a song that said ‘listen to your brain’,” Heart said.

“He’s got you there, Brain,” I said.

This went on for a few minutes. A fight between my brain and my heart. Maybe Brain was right. Maybe I should have stuck with it. How much longer would we have lasted? Three more years? More? But would we have peace? Would we have been happy? Maybe Heart was right.

It doesn’t matter though. What’s done is done. I am a single man now. A free spirit, if you will. And I choose bland noodles. Maybe it’s what I need right now.

Breakups are tough but I am moving on and I hope that she is too. We had good times and challenges, that hopefully have made us both better people. I still miss her, but hey, these things happen for a reason, yes?

 

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I saw her in my dream. She was still the doe-eyed beauty that I cherished. Her hair was still perfect, her lips were still supple, her body was still bangin’. She was standing on the sidewalk in the sun, under a shade tree. She was waiting for a cab. I looked at her from across the street. The sun bore down on me. The birds sang sweet songs around me. There was a gentle breeze in the air as I stood there, in place, watching her. She looked at me. She smiled. The cab came and took her away leaving me alone on the street in the sun.

Next time I’ll prepare my noodles, I’ll make sure I have them with a spicy sauce and a salad with colors so bright, they’d be number one in class.

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