It’s a sad day when you find yourself standing in your kitchen eating microwave mac & cheese out of a Styrofoam cup with the newspaper spread out over the stove top and do not even realize it may not be the best thing to do for your health, nor your peace of mind.
Although at the time it seemed an ordinary enough thing to be doing which only made it doubly disconcerting when the realization of the circumstances penetrated the addled brain.
How does one come to be standing in the kitchen at nine o’clock at night eating out of Styrofoam?
Given the current state of affairs, personal, political, and employment wise it is not that much of a stretch to imagine. With a simple shrug of shoulders it passes from objective thought as easily as a political commercial. But wait! This situation may require some real thought. And that my friend is the root of the problem.
Really how long has it been since the gray matter has engaged in any kind of thought outside of the mundane, ordinary strife and melodrama of a usual day? The question begs an answer late on a weeknight while standing in the kitchen; but there isn’t going to be any sleep tonight. The gray matter is engaged—damn, I was tired.
Nothing like a late night philosophic discussion with yourself to knock the cobwebs loose and get you fired up. That one word question "WHY?" can cause a veritable beehive of activity. Neurons spark, gray matter quivers, blood pulses along seldom used pathways. The surge of energy brightens the eyes, skin becomes flushed, and muscles twitch. It’s almost as good as sex but with no big O at the end-- well maybe.
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