So I'm thinking of the other day, when on a date recounting my unfortunate predication to intolerance of lactose that I realize my stomach was gaseous because of a chai latte I had earlier in the day, which I had only barely registered as being made with milk. And I'm wondering, how many discomforts in my day to day, both physical and mental are a result of the active ingestion of foods or ideologies I am allergic to as a person?
Answering this question scares me, because it presumes my life can be lived without discomfort, and discomfort is something my ego likes to hide behind.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment