Maybe one of the reasons I avoid having “real talks” is because of the mere fact that I just can’t handle reality sometimes. I am guilty of choosing to escape certain matters by not talking or even thinking about it. I fear the unknown discoveries that could be made by opening up too much. I know as I start to have these regular “real talks” with my mom, eventually, a day will come when something one of us shares is going to be about something dreadful. It’s an inevitable part of life. I am dreading the day that a parent is going to have something to say, and that something is something tragic like that one of them doesn’t have much to live or is starting to suffer from a dementia or something heartbreaking like that. Every child will go through it with an aging parent sooner or later. That’s life. My parents are not super old, but they are definitely past their prime. Each passing day nears the dreaded day.I don’t want to open up too much about my private life to my mom either. I think I tell my mom just enough of what she needs to know. There is no need for her to know EVERYTHING. She’s not going to make me spill my guts, no matter how she tries lol. But I feel her trying.
This week, our lunch date was at La Travolata, a place I visit every few months or so. It is one of the few decent places in the area that is also nonpricy. I first came here a few years ago when I was in the mood for pasta. There are not too many options around town. I yelped to find many good reviews on this place. I was pleased with the first visit and kept coming back. The first item that I’ve ever tried here was Papardelle Vodka and a bite of some fish special that a friend had. That was the only time I came here for dinner. The other times were for lunch or pick up. This was pre-yelping and blogging.