Each thing I talk about is just a material forthat. It's hard to tell people it's not justregular talking. I've been thinking about the showname. If I say, I've been inside for 20 years, itsounds heavy, but it might make people curiousabout my strange life.
I'm trying to find a way to show that it's a bitstrange but interesting without being too heavy. I'm jealous of writers. I wanna say it's like amovie. He left the religion and doesn't believe inanything.
But he's still alive. When does he keep going?This is his daily diary. If I say it like that, itmight be interesting without trying too hard. I'mrecording upstairs at night now.
About the show name, I feel like I'm trying tolive with no past in front of me. When I firststayed inside, I was meant to be studying, so Ididn't feel it as much. But after 2 or 3 years, Ididn't know what would happen.
My parents are getting older, so it's a fight tolive. I wanna put the fact that I'm talkinghonestly without any filters into the show name.This is a big point I'm already thrown away.
The idea of having a purpose or meaning in lifestill I'm alive and I'm broadcasting like this. Lately, I've been thinking that the person I recordthe podcast isn't clear either. It's almost notthere. Since life has no purpose, there's no wayrecording a podcast as well.
But I'm still doing it. And that future of theshow, I was having a silly daydream again. My highschool English teacher said that pronunciationdoesn't matter for exam, so we should just learnit during the class.
He said something like that. For some reason, Ithought about the while going to bed, about dinnerI was eating, but it's okay if I don't taste itperfectly. It sounds like I'm saying two differentthings, but as long as I feel like I'm tasting it,that's enough. I'm just watching myself eat.
But if I think too much about just watching, itfeels like something is missing. I feel like I'mnot enjoying the food. Also, the egg in the boileddish, the yellow part of the boiled egg melt intothe sauce my mind gets pulled toward that todaythe mayonnaise on the cabbage was a first-timedish, but it's flowed into the sauce.
My head was full of that, and I couldn't help it.Then dinner was over. Today's dinner was a newrecipe and very good. It had mayonnaise and sweetcooking wine, also sesame oil.
Pork and cabbage were good. It was good cabbage,and the pork was very thin. Maybe for shabu-shabu,but if I eat too much pork, I get a stomachache.Also, since the pork fat is in the sauce, I mightget a stomachache if I drink the sauce too.
Yesterday's boiled dish that tastes like tomatoalso tastes like tomato today. For the first bite,the radish from yesterday was good today too.
A little chicken and maybe a teeny bit of onion. I'm taking a break at night now, but I justremember something. Since I went to school in thecountry, the boys and girls were all like wildanimals or monkeys. I might have been too kind orpure.
Pure isn't quite the right word. Maybe there was aside of me like that. For example, if I said thankyou to my parents, the other boys would probablymake fun of me. It was far from that kind ofworld.
The reason I thought of this was split it away.When I watched that movie, I feel like the boysaround me back then could never understand why it's good. But more than that, when I watched it, myold feeling came back. I was pure back then, andcompared to those wild kids, I might have beenpure.
That's why I couldn't fit in with them. Like myexample, if you do something with a clear heart,people make fun of you. So you couldn't keep apure heart, but because I was like that, I wasable to be moved by that movie.
There are different stories about Chihiro, but shewasn't the only child. She had an older brotherwho died. But back then, I saw her as the onlychild like me. She saved her parents, and I seemyself in her and feel nostalgic.
I could never imagine my parents becoming likethat. But I understand Chihiro's feelings. The wayshe feels about her parents is something thatpeople around me wouldn't understand. During themovie, I could just focus and watch it. I wasremembering that.
I remember all the songs clearly. I'm listening toThe Name of Life and Summer's Day now, andmemories are coming back with the music. It was agood memory today. Usually, it's bad memory.
I'm recording now. I wanted to talk about the onething. I liked a band called Dragon Nash inschool. I still liked them. Even back then, Ialways felt alone and felt like I didn't belonganywhere. I had no friends, and I knew I wasdifferent. But I couldn't find anyone like me.
This band is hard to put in the group. You can'tpick one type of music for them. I think they dothat on purpose. I liked them because I also can'tbe put in the group, but when I was told my brainstraight words cannot be specified. I wasn'thappy.
Also, this band plays music that is different fromthe main style. It's not the kind of things thateveryone likes easily. I liked things that were abit strange or different. It's the same thing atthe core. Being different, I naturally liked thosethings. I realized that, so I'm talking about it.
Next, I thought the show name was finally decided,but people might get the wrong idea, so I threw itaway again. I tried to find one thing that is thesame in everything. I talk about, but I can't findit.
That's why I can't pick a name. Also, I wanted tosay this. My parents don't have strange bellybutton. They don't look poor. And I'm not short orfat, but in school, I was always one getting madefun of.
Like I always say, it's because I'm strange andpeople think they can say anything to me. Since Iwas a little kid, I was one people picked onbecause I was different. It made me so angry. Ishouldn't have been target.