fattie monologue
Something interesting just happened to me. I was doing homework on my bed like a good student when I suddenly thought- HEY. This would be a GREAT time for ice cream. So I go out to the kitchen and start scooping some coffee ice cream for myself (mmmmmm), and it's so frozen and I'm so impatient that I scoop with too much force and a big round blob of it flops over the side of the carton and lands squarely on my left foot. I look down and watch in complete disdain as it starts immediately melting inbetween my toes, and I think- You know, most Mondays I would look down at that fallen ice cream scoop and make a parallel about that poor, dying sphere of frozen goodness. I would look down at the pathetic thing and say "This is my life." I did that once when I was walking back from Ben&Jerry's with a newly bought cup of Cherry Garcia, and a bird shat on it. But this was not that time. So anyway THIS time, I just stared at my cold foot, heaved a great big sigh, cleaned up the mess, and poured my ice cream. This action in itself made it clear to me...this, in fact, is my life. Stupid things happen, probably because I bring it upon myself in most cases, but despite that I still enjoy it a lot. My life, I mean, and the ice cream, too.