This morning the microwave went crazy. After emitting a weird burning smell, it sent the smoke detector screaming. I didn’t see any smoke to justify the alarm, but not being visible didn’t mean not being in existence. The detector can detect what our eyes can’t see, I guess. Is this a metaphor for life? I mean I must be blind to a lot of things in life, even though I try to be informed and try to understand things. Still what we know is so little compared to what we don’t know, no matter how hard we try to learn.
About this microwave issue, the funny thing is I helped two friends to throw away their microwave in the last two or three years. Well, now I feel a little regretful that I didn’t keep one. The problem is the timing. I didn’t at the time feel that I needed an extra microwave. Sometimes timing is the most important thing in life, but I have never been good at timing.
It’s actually a good brand, I mean my broken microwave, not an expensive one, but a reputable one, an acceptable one.
I think I am suffering from officinaphobia and hypselotimophobia at the same time. Officinaphobia is the fear of shopping and hypselotimophobia is the fear of high price. Due to the recent inflation, I’ve felt rather reluctant to go to stores since every time I went, I had to restrict my desire to buy the stuff I wanted. For example, I haven’t got even one pomegranate this year. And my friend W told me that the best way to fight inflation is not going to the stores, but it is easy for him to say that since he never likes shopping very much.
I went to the Korean store H-Mart this evening and to my relief the price hasn’t gone up for the last two weeks–I didn’t go to Asian stores last weekend. One thing that really annoys me is that Asian stores used to offer discount stuff, especially discount food stuff. But for the last several months, this is no longer the case. Asian food items get more expensive much quicker than other food for some unknown reasons. For example, the rice flour and sticky rice flour have risen more than 200% in price. It used to be that I could get 3 packages of rice flour (or sticky rice flour), one pound each, for 2 dollars on sale, but now each package is $2.50.
According to the township newsletter, Edison township bought a rescue boat to prepare for future flooding. First time in history. In Edison, there’s no lake except artificial ones and no river passing through the town, but I guess, with global warming and everything, there’s no saying when the boat might become handy. My question is: Is one boat enough? I mean when the raging water comes, are we going to be fighting for a spot in that boat like people on Titanic?
When I said to my friend that I’d rather stay on Titanic and perish, my friend said, “you don’t know how you are going to behave. You’ve never been in a life-and-death situation before. How do you know your survival instinct will not kick in to push you to do the craziest things?”
Well, she has a point. I am starting to wonder if I should buy life vests and an inflatable bed as my “rescue kits”. I mean when such a sad eventuality comes, I can use my kit to go around to rescue people. Am I turning into one of those crazy survivalists, who prepare everything, from food to shelter, for the end of the world?
Now in order to cheer myself up at the end of a crazy day, I am going to watch some YouTube videos, in which a popular food vlogger gorges himself on impossibly large amount of food (of all kinds) in a Dubai world expo. I am aspiring to be a vegan and a healthy eater but I am obsessed with videos of gluttony for some strange reasons.