Joy

Joy

I have had this topic joy for several months and have never been able to tackle it until now. My main concern with the word joy is whether or not it is a product of the first world? I think yes and no. Joy from watching the latest HBO show or getting the newest iPhone is definitely a first world creation. But I believe that inherently, we all want joy in its most raw form—being alive and having a meaning to that life.
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The Bellowing Call

I look at my phone and the time makes me anxious. One hour. Now, it is 59 minutes left. There never seems to be enough time for oneself during the day.

59 minutes of juicy chicken tenders. Oily french fries, maybe a burger that’s dripping with sauce and pickle and mustard and maybe onion and mushrooms. A soda, bubbly and syrupy sweet. Or I could turn the corner for a pork bun and taro bubble tea with grass jelly and red bean.

Though two blocks down, I could have Hawaiian poke, but the line is ridiculously too long. It would go over my allotted 58 minutes and 30 seconds left. Maybe the corner Korean deli for some spicy mushroom, rice, and green beans. They also have great cold shrimp salad that’s always it weary to try yet I go for it anyways. But I could do so much better!

There’s also that Turkish fast food chain for some simit. But they are a bit pricey for the nabe.

Or I could go healthy for a wrap…or not. I suppose a healthy salad or soup? Well, tomato orzo and chicken is always good. So sweet and creamy. At that point, I could venture further and get pho. MMm….piping hot and steamy pho with cold summer rolls. Or salty fried egg rolls. Shrimp crackers. I’ll be so close to Popeye’s chicken then. Fried chicken and popcorn shrimp, biscuits, and gravy mashed potatoes. Fries…cajun style. Or go back for some banh mi. But what about pizza? Mmmm…pizza is always good. Or Korean fried chicken and sweet potatoes.

The choices are endless! I could eat and eat and be happy and never return!

Suddenly, a large bellow echoes in the elevator.

I blush as four other people in the car cast furtive glances around without being too rude to see whose stomach was growling so loudly.

“Sorry,” I mumble, “I’m just a bit hungry.”

The door dings, saving me from the embarrassing giggles as we all race out and try to fill in our 57 minutes of lunch break.

Morning or Evening Person

One dinner last week, someone asked me when I wake up/sleep and I answered 6AM/1030PM to which she respond, that is so early! 

To be honest, on my own, I would stay up way too late and would have to drag myself to get to work on time. I know I’m definitely not a morning person or a night person but more an evening person. It started me thinking about whether one being a morning or night person has to do with one’s birth time because I was born in the evening!

So I did a very unscientific experiment and begged all my friends to tell me birth time versus their productive time. You can also tell I have very limited friends due to my antisocial tendency.

It turns out that my hypothesis was 62.5% correct (if you can call data from of a pool 10 people data-worthy). Most of the people who weren’t born near midnight and midday seemed to have a birth and productivity time correlation. Since being an evening baby, I found not only is my productivity time around evening, it is also when I’m mentally awake, alert, and most active without the need of caffeine.

If we are ruled by our birth time on Earth, how would it work if we were in space then?

Birth and Productive graph

Nonna’s Tree

This year, Mr. Darcy and I have spent the last month at the bank, the lawyer’s office, moving boxes, buying new furnitures, and overwhelming ourselves with a new home that we didn’t get to do any “holiday” activity except the annual work party. Not that buying a place is not worth it. But it did cramp our schedule. So alas, we did not have time to buy a tree.
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