I am mostly meditating
Oh my goodness.
Yurayura Miruko-san, the king who reigns over the 'What are you talking about' community, has written a nonsensical article in response to the nonsensical comment I wrote.
I noticed the article while preparing dinner, and I was so shaken that I forgot to cook the rice. I was so confused that I ended up peeking at my son in the bath while I was trimming the edges of carrots—a truly suspicious behavior. His plump 11-year-old bottom helped me calm down a little.
I had vaguely realized it since I started writing on note, but I am even more of a small-timer than I imagined.
In this note space where masters are as common as udon shops in Kagawa, it is an honor beyond my station to be posting such trivial articles while feeling completely intimidated.
All of this is because Konishi Kinoko-san is managing this territory—which should have been impossible to organize—with Dumbledore-like cheat abilities in the 'What are you talking about' department. Palms together in prayer.
Wait, is this what they call annoying entanglement?
Well, I can't worry about that now.
So, I hurriedly cooked some hard rice, stared at Miruko-san's 'what are you talking about' article until the monitor almost dented, and finally realized that the frog Miruko-san was talking about is an actual hand game.
As Miruko-san said, it is impossible to take a photo of both of your own hands. I am very sorry for making such an unreasonable request, so as an apology, I will expose my very first frog. photo by my son with the plump bottom
Is this what it means...!
Yes, as you can see by now, I am the kind of person who tries to understand stories that don't make any sense.
Someone like me, who has brewed mediocrity into something plain and then let it spoil, has no right to participate in the 'What are you talking about' section.
Unlike me, Miruko-san's 'What are you talking about' is astonishing.
The perspective, the development that leaps from meta to macro, the logic that is as elusive as Tochigi Prefecture (*this is a story about shapes).
Every part of it is a 'What are you talking about' Kintaro candy.
Moreover, the frequency of updates is extraordinary. I cannot imagine that someone who can live their daily life while having such unfathomable ideas could exist, other than living while making frog hands.
And Miruko-san probably lives in the neighboring prefecture.
The city of sleeping in, how terrifying.
If I think that we might have passed each other around Yamato-Saidaiji, I can't help but want to shout 'What are you talking about!' in the middle of Nara Family.
Borrowed from wiki.
Is it a story about Nara?
No, it is not.
Unless deer, Mt. Kaguyama, or socks appear, it cannot be a story about Nara.
It is a story about how amazing Miruko-san is.
Therefore, please do not involve me.
I do not have the imagination or the power of delusion that Miruko-san, Megumi-Tiko-san, or Konishi Kinoko-san have, so I cannot keep up at all.
Romantic, Kadohoi, and Sala trees—I cannot find them anywhere in my drawers. I intended to use the tag only once.
No, it is my fault for being envious of everyone's fun and wanting to imitate you a little out of admiration.
Wanting to mix into the 'What are you talking about' session where warriors run rampant was just like a steamed chicken longing to be Indian tandoori chicken.
Is it a story about Naan?
No, it is not.
It certainly goes well with chicken, but the birthplace of naan is Persia (Iran).
It is not a story about naan or Nara, it is a story about difficulty.
Even though you kindly commented and replied, my thinking has difficulties, and I cannot possibly provide such a wild and fun reply as Miruko-san.
My brain, which is stiff and frozen like a pechka, cannot keep up at all, and I feel terribly sorry about it.
Even today, actually
I heard that if you happen to have a stomachache at the time you are supposed to go to school, and you ask the child you usually go to school with to 'go on ahead,' and then you get a complaint from that child's parent saying 'you didn't go to school together,' is that a lack of consideration on my part? I don't think so.
I was planning to write a socially conscious article like this, but I was struggling with the idea of giving up because it felt like too much trouble.
I realized something after writing this much.
The true nature of 'What are you talking about?'
This is what they call writing meditation, isn't it?
Konishi Kinoko-san, you are trying to lead everyone to Nirvana through hashtags, aren't you?
That means.
The formula 'What are you talking about? = Talking about Buddha' has been born here.
The formula has been born here.
...See, this is how I destroy things whose flavor lies in their very 'meaninglessness.' Yurayura Miruko-san, thank you very much for your kindness, your precious finger muscles, and your time, especially for someone like me who is like mayonnaise trying to kill the flavor of the ingredients. Thanks to you, it looks like I'll be able to manage to publish today's note safely. Also, if there is anyone who has patiently stuck with me this far, please, by all means, try sticking your head into the 'What are you talking about?' chaos led by Konishi Kami no Ko-san. I'm in the mood to read a 'Meow' story. I look forward to the day someone writes a spectacular 'Meow' story. If Megumi Tiko-san, who is a 'Note-friend' of Miruko-san, happens to be reading this, I am looking forward to a 'Woof' story and a sushi story from Tiko-san specifically.
Is it about time?
What are you talking about?