you really cant have a cake, and eat it too
its 11:41 and i've already checked facebook, then hotmail, myspace, and back to facebook. i must be a college student with a paper due tomorrow.
i learned a valuable lesson today about us human beings and our utter inability to conceptualize the impact of ourselves on ourselves. are you following me here? lets give an example for the audience: i make plans to attend a dinner party. its my job to bring the dessert, which i do not mind because ive become quite fond of baking recently. i purchase the ingredients for the decadent german chocolate cake i plan to bake and begin the aromatic journey when by sheer brilliance, chance, or dumbassness of myself i drop a hot ceramic bowl which proceeds to shatter in a million pieces and cut my flesh in only a few but remarkably menacing locations on its way down to the ground. blood, all-purpose flour, and increasing amounts of stress strategically spewed about my kitchen. i panic for many reasons i will now list;
- the cake will not be done in time
- the pain of the lacerations
- the mess i must clean up
- the contemplation of which to clean up first; the raw egg or raw blood slowly coagulating on the checkered patterned floor which i despise
- the fact that i am going to have to redo this recipe and start afresh because no one wants german chocolate blood cake.
The phone rings, its carrie calling to say the dinner party has been canceled. stress instantly turns to anger which in turn turns to inward anger. how can i be mad a carrie? she doesnt know all the milestones, obstacles, cement dams, and fuckity fucking things i had to blow up in order to make this cake which has become both physically and metaphorically canceled from existence. no, i am forever and consequently never indebted to the anger of no one other than myself for being myself and trying so hard.
oh cruel world, now for the light at the end of the tunnel. i realized today that i take things (human beings mostly) for granted. you see, i've been carrie; you've been carrie; we've all been carrie and so obviously oblivious to the 'behind the scenes' tragedies of life. the events of the day in the eyes of carrie are simple-planned dinner party, invited guests, canceled dinner party. completely and innocently unaware of the hardship her loving gesture bestowed upon myself. oh contraire, my love...but the phone works both ways! because i am blind and unwilling to appreciate the fact that it was because of carrie's grandmothers recent demise that the dinner party was abruptly canceled.
are you following me still here?
i learned a valuable lesson today about us human beings and our utter inability to conceptualize the impact of ourselves on ourselves. are you following me here? lets give an example for the audience: i make plans to attend a dinner party. its my job to bring the dessert, which i do not mind because ive become quite fond of baking recently. i purchase the ingredients for the decadent german chocolate cake i plan to bake and begin the aromatic journey when by sheer brilliance, chance, or dumbassness of myself i drop a hot ceramic bowl which proceeds to shatter in a million pieces and cut my flesh in only a few but remarkably menacing locations on its way down to the ground. blood, all-purpose flour, and increasing amounts of stress strategically spewed about my kitchen. i panic for many reasons i will now list;
- the cake will not be done in time
- the pain of the lacerations
- the mess i must clean up
- the contemplation of which to clean up first; the raw egg or raw blood slowly coagulating on the checkered patterned floor which i despise
- the fact that i am going to have to redo this recipe and start afresh because no one wants german chocolate blood cake.
The phone rings, its carrie calling to say the dinner party has been canceled. stress instantly turns to anger which in turn turns to inward anger. how can i be mad a carrie? she doesnt know all the milestones, obstacles, cement dams, and fuckity fucking things i had to blow up in order to make this cake which has become both physically and metaphorically canceled from existence. no, i am forever and consequently never indebted to the anger of no one other than myself for being myself and trying so hard.
oh cruel world, now for the light at the end of the tunnel. i realized today that i take things (human beings mostly) for granted. you see, i've been carrie; you've been carrie; we've all been carrie and so obviously oblivious to the 'behind the scenes' tragedies of life. the events of the day in the eyes of carrie are simple-planned dinner party, invited guests, canceled dinner party. completely and innocently unaware of the hardship her loving gesture bestowed upon myself. oh contraire, my love...but the phone works both ways! because i am blind and unwilling to appreciate the fact that it was because of carrie's grandmothers recent demise that the dinner party was abruptly canceled.
are you following me still here?