The Unfair Interference of Meng Po
You know what's really unfair? Certain deities mess with you whether you want them to or not. I'm not the only one who has issues with this. Look at poor Odysseus! Make a little progress, get smacked down. Sheesh.
Last night my daughter The Spare phoned me with a few short questions about the year in which she was born. After the personal stuff, like her particular birth (which I pretty much remember), she started asking other questions. What was going on politically? Were there any inventions? Advances in science? What was the popular music of the time?
beep beep beep beep beep! Alarm in Anne's brain!
I couldn't remember anything at all about 1994 except that The Spare was born. I used to take her with me to the public library when I was doing my research for my job. The janitor there called her "Library Baby."
So, there's 1994 for you. Library Baby was born.
This can only be the nefarious work of the bored Goddess Meng Po, whose duty it is to wipe our memories clean after death so that we can be reincarnated and start making stupid mistakes all over again.
I would put in a phone call to the Chinese Underworld, but I can't remember the number. And the Goddess What's Her Name is hard to get hold of anyway, because there are so many people being reincarnated all at once. I think.
What pantheon are we talking about here? Oh! Chinese! I dimly remember something about a wall.
Did I say that it's not fair when deities make life difficult for you while you're still on this side of the veil? Aren't we, as fallible mortals, more than capable of screwing up ourselves?
But honestly, I cannot think of a single other reason why I cannot recall one single song from a whole year, or whether or not Mr. J had already begun selling books on Ebay.
Yikes! I can't even recall a memorable vulture sighting from that era!
Someone tell Goddess Whozit to restore my memory! I look back through the mists of my life and see ... not a whole lot.
Of course, maybe She was aided and abetted by ... mmmmm ... what is it? That stuff you drink that makes you giggle.
Why am I writing this?