Pancakes
There is a minute interchangeable moment in my mind, between what I want, and what I actually want.
Scenario: Visit to Pancake Kitchen last week, heart has its eyes set on a short stack, before it sees the Jamaican Bavarian. Mind says, next time that would be what I order. (points to study partners) “Don’t ever let me order anything but”
Scenario 2: Visit to Pancake Kitchen today, my eyes made a wide scoping of everything on the menu and mind decided to take the familiar, because, why not? Interchangeable moment indeed, had I remember what I had previously wanted, at the right time.
It’s freakishly annoying. This is a useless post.
Target
When the disparity of opinions seem to be more apparent, we just try to shut the fuck up to avoid further fuck ups. On the other hand, sometimes we need the occasional fuck ups to twist the mind to think of all hypothetical questions, things you think about but never really say aloud. All in the spirit of talking it out, you can never blame lines that have been crossed and words that have been said, too much perhaps? All in the name of talking it out.
Can’t handle it? Aim your target at others, honey.
Loser’s seat
My ability to write has put me in an awkward position: The loser’s seat.
If there were a magazine supporting crap materials, I would be on the front page. If there were a newspaper filled with untrue yet amazing stories, I would have attempted a thousand tries. Now there’s this scholarly research essay…..
