Yup, we're all stuck in a sheet pan- together.
(PHOTO FROM: http://www.foodgloriousfoodbayarea.com)
We are all hors d’oeuvres, appetizers, in the eyes of the
powers that be.
When was the last time you had a go at trying to “make
things happen” in your life? Did your efforts go forth in vain? Well, if your
attempts at success failed to meet the mark, did you not feel crushed?
Devastated? Driven to eat? If we are hors d’oeuvres, then, do we not,
metaphysically speaking, “eat ourselves”? When we feel saddened by a chain of
events, we tend to pass around the “blame baton”, but at the end of the day, we
blame ourselves for our mishap ridden lives. We “consume” ourselves by
insisting that we are to blame for the disintegration of what we incessantly
claim to be an existence worth mentioning in a broadsheet byline, a squall,
soaring high above the mundane valleys of life.
At the end of it all, we realize, while immersed in life’s
struggles, that yes, we are but bruschetta, cupcakes, crab cakes, a bowl of
mixed nuts which, despite being fundamentally flawed in taste and overall
quality, tend to be eaten again, and again, and again, either when people are
inexorably depressed, or, when they are ridiculously blissful. There’s a
plateful of irony for you.
And so goes, this moment of candour about the inner workings
of human existence- and walnuts, pistachios, and peanuts swimming in salt, in a
bowl that your local barman probably hasn’t washed since, well, “Frasier” was
in its 5th season.
MC
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