Three connections
I started writing this a month or two ago, I think.
Through high school and university, I was lucky enough to meet some good friends who were like me. During all that time - and even now - I rarely have had the feeling that I fit in. Other people's frequent advice that this makes me just like everybody else is the aloe on the burns of my social over-exposure.
I'm thin but not athletic - and athletic is still our perception of a person - and on matters of food I feel like I'm prowling on the outside of some circle. Much like how I feel when each word falling from my mouth seems to be building a wall higher and higher.
The day that I had begun to write this, I'd stolen a glance off of the side of the freeway, and hauled at the steering wheel, until exiting, two stops early. I had seen the McDonalds, I had needed a coffee, I had pulled fulfilled the imperative of the consumer. In that moment, the science of advertising, marketing, location, placement and managing revenue per customer through dynamic quality was laid bare to me.
In that one moment, of buying a coffee by having seen the golden arches from a freeway, I felt connected to the rest of my species in a way I'd never felt before.
Good grief.
Later that month, jelashke and I baked a phenomenal cake. I may be able to post some pictures we have of it, but most of them are showcasing little but the iPhone fuzzsposure. The record is kept, anyway, because both of us like cooking, even if when I offer people pink-iced cupcakes and scones, they often offer me confusion. I no longer attempt to dispel it; it makes me happier than the McDonalds connection ever will.
Right now, though, I'm drinking hot water.
Because we're out of instant coffee.
I guess I didn't want that coffee after all.
Through high school and university, I was lucky enough to meet some good friends who were like me. During all that time - and even now - I rarely have had the feeling that I fit in. Other people's frequent advice that this makes me just like everybody else is the aloe on the burns of my social over-exposure.
I'm thin but not athletic - and athletic is still our perception of a person - and on matters of food I feel like I'm prowling on the outside of some circle. Much like how I feel when each word falling from my mouth seems to be building a wall higher and higher.
The day that I had begun to write this, I'd stolen a glance off of the side of the freeway, and hauled at the steering wheel, until exiting, two stops early. I had seen the McDonalds, I had needed a coffee, I had pulled fulfilled the imperative of the consumer. In that moment, the science of advertising, marketing, location, placement and managing revenue per customer through dynamic quality was laid bare to me.
In that one moment, of buying a coffee by having seen the golden arches from a freeway, I felt connected to the rest of my species in a way I'd never felt before.
Good grief.
Later that month, jelashke and I baked a phenomenal cake. I may be able to post some pictures we have of it, but most of them are showcasing little but the iPhone fuzzsposure. The record is kept, anyway, because both of us like cooking, even if when I offer people pink-iced cupcakes and scones, they often offer me confusion. I no longer attempt to dispel it; it makes me happier than the McDonalds connection ever will.
Right now, though, I'm drinking hot water.
Because we're out of instant coffee.
I guess I didn't want that coffee after all.