On Desserts and Dying
I've never been a big fan of shared desserts. Yeah, sharing cake with your wife/girlfriend can be just awesome possum, (and always good for several Facebook likes) but I prefer having my own. Neither am I cheap. I don't mind paying for two if you would like a dessert. I'll even splurge for ice cream on top, but I'd like my own dessert, thank you. Because it is my own. I feel that God put me here to consume my own desert, order what I want, and eat it how I like.
Yeah, letting someone else order is easy. Easy peasy. You don't have to think, you don't have to decide, you need only consume. And what the hell? If it isn't exactly what you want to consume, at least you haven't created a rift in the time-space continuum, or made waves. Nope, you've kept it downright peaceful, positive. And when it comes right down to it, keeping things positive is all that life is about. Right?
Of course life is full of people who aspire to more than peacefulness. Abraham Lincoln immediately comes to mind. If he had been all about keeping it positive, if he had been all about sharing his desert, sharing the Union, slavery might still exist. Or Jack Kennedy. It's a good thing that he didn't feel like sharing the Caribbean with nuclear-tipped Russian missiles.
But for us non-presidents, life conspires to wear and rub. Not polish, but meerly grind the imperfections. Change how we speak so that we offend no one, alter how we act so that no one rolls their eyes. To share our desert, couch our words, hide our thoughts. Die peacefully.
Well, to hell with that. I'm going down with a Triple Chocolate Meltdown in each fist, and no... you can't have a bite.
Yeah, letting someone else order is easy. Easy peasy. You don't have to think, you don't have to decide, you need only consume. And what the hell? If it isn't exactly what you want to consume, at least you haven't created a rift in the time-space continuum, or made waves. Nope, you've kept it downright peaceful, positive. And when it comes right down to it, keeping things positive is all that life is about. Right?
Of course life is full of people who aspire to more than peacefulness. Abraham Lincoln immediately comes to mind. If he had been all about keeping it positive, if he had been all about sharing his desert, sharing the Union, slavery might still exist. Or Jack Kennedy. It's a good thing that he didn't feel like sharing the Caribbean with nuclear-tipped Russian missiles.
But for us non-presidents, life conspires to wear and rub. Not polish, but meerly grind the imperfections. Change how we speak so that we offend no one, alter how we act so that no one rolls their eyes. To share our desert, couch our words, hide our thoughts. Die peacefully.
Well, to hell with that. I'm going down with a Triple Chocolate Meltdown in each fist, and no... you can't have a bite.
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