There are some people who are so very far away from the points I’ve been during my childhood. Being a thrown away kid is… you adapt to different things. You like odd things because that’s what you had. I folded some of that childhood into Miki’s experiences and I remember getting some reviews that were all… These kinds of things don’t happen.
Sadly, they do. BUT it was kind of heartening to see and know not everyone knew how any of it felt. Those were experiences they could never truly know. Because they’d been raised safe and loved.
Not everyone has been. And I never ever want to minimize or glorify the struggles of anyone coming up through the system or with crappy parents because there’s no… winning… in having a shitty upbringing. If anything, it’s sometimes harder to normalize yourself into what everyone else does.
I feel uncomfortable around happy families. It was always usually the jumping off point for a lot of pain and blood when things suddenly shifted to sweet-sweet-sweet. That was a trap. A lure to bring you in.
I love canned peas and mayo. I also love sliced up hot dogs with shoyu and a bit of sugar on rice. There are things I do that I know come from just adapting to what is there and doing what I can.
So, please keep in mind that when you see that 30 year old guy eating Captain Crunch and mayo sandwiches, he might be having a childhood meal he really enjoyed.
And yes, raw ramen noodles soaked in hot water are awesome… but being able to cook them is even better.