Random thought I keep mulling over:
Why is it that I seem to, yet again, have lots of cake around me when all I really want is a slice of pie?
For those of you with the confused look on your face, yes, this is a metaphor. I don't really blog about food :P
After much pondering, I feel as though I am lucky to even have this pie craving...to have found the pie that can satiate all my craving with just one slice. Don't be mistaken, it isn't even like it's a perfect pie. I love it because of the imperfection, the beauty of the slightly brown spot and the flakes of crust that have gone missing. I think for the first time in my life, I shall avoid snacking and just continue to glance longingly at my pie behind the glass counter. Sometimes, when I'm patient, I get to watch the waitress take it out from behind the glass, set it on top of the counter, and for a moment the most heavenly aroma wafts toward me, overwhelming my senses. The experience in itself is ecstasy, a pure, beautiful high, that keeps me seated, trying to learn patience as the waitress keeps sending me complimentary pieces of cake. Where is the busperson?! I must have a clear table incase that pie is suddenly ready to be sliced and sent my way.
And if that never happens, at least I can say I did it for myself and enjoyed the moments, right?
Anyway, I guess the whole point to this was the idea that when doing what one has been doing, or what one would normally do, does not produce the desired results; do something different.
