Another quirky term i learnt the other day - 'Peanut Story'. When you're talking about your peanut story, you're talking about a defining moment in your life. Ok, so i can't exactly remember why it's called a peanut story. But i understand what it means. Take, for example, the moment you graduate med school, or when a parent dies, or when you meet someone who changes your life, or when you break your leg the day before your overseas trip and end up taking a completely different path.
Oh! I remember why it's called a peanut story!! Here's the very original peanut story...
There was a little girl who choked on a peanut. She turned blue, she couldn't breathe. Her mother rushed her to the hospital, where the doctors took the peanut out and the little girl was fine. Her mother, however, was ever after plagued with feelings of inadequacy as a maternal figure. From that point on, she never let her daughter get close to her, for a fear of passing on that inadequacy, whatever weakness it was that stopped her from saving her own baby. The little girl grew up withour that strong maternal influence, and it changed her life forever.
I was wondering if i had a peanut story. I think i do, in a way. I'm sure that as i grow older i'll find another peanut story, one that truly changes my entire world, but, for now, i can only think of this one. There was a point in my life, i didn't realise it at the time, when my world as i knew it changed. My insatiable need to listen to people and believe them as they pointed out my inadequacies was, finally, saited. I started to think that maybe i wasn't so awful after all. I got more confident, i was happier and, basically, everything was just different. Maybe it doesn't sound like much. But, to me, this moment, this change, this day, completely rocked my world. Slowly, my world has stopped rocking, but i'm hoping the fallout will stick around.
And, if this isn't my first peanut story, then i'm looking forward to mine.
Oh! I remember why it's called a peanut story!! Here's the very original peanut story...
There was a little girl who choked on a peanut. She turned blue, she couldn't breathe. Her mother rushed her to the hospital, where the doctors took the peanut out and the little girl was fine. Her mother, however, was ever after plagued with feelings of inadequacy as a maternal figure. From that point on, she never let her daughter get close to her, for a fear of passing on that inadequacy, whatever weakness it was that stopped her from saving her own baby. The little girl grew up withour that strong maternal influence, and it changed her life forever.
I was wondering if i had a peanut story. I think i do, in a way. I'm sure that as i grow older i'll find another peanut story, one that truly changes my entire world, but, for now, i can only think of this one. There was a point in my life, i didn't realise it at the time, when my world as i knew it changed. My insatiable need to listen to people and believe them as they pointed out my inadequacies was, finally, saited. I started to think that maybe i wasn't so awful after all. I got more confident, i was happier and, basically, everything was just different. Maybe it doesn't sound like much. But, to me, this moment, this change, this day, completely rocked my world. Slowly, my world has stopped rocking, but i'm hoping the fallout will stick around.
And, if this isn't my first peanut story, then i'm looking forward to mine.
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