One thing that sucks about living a day-to-day life is the amount of choices you have to make every single day. Not knowing any other time period than the one I'm currently living (take that, history class!) I am going to assume that as we humans evolve, we give ourselves more and more choices.
While this might be nice if you'd rather a salad instead of fries with dinner, it really is awful when you think of all the little decisions made all the time. The decision of which type of toothpaste first thing in the morning, the type of breakfast (cooked or cereal or cooked cereal?), the whole coffee-shop thing I'll not even discuss (my favorite being an iced, soy, caffe creme caramel) and onward through the hours until you're ready to weep when the cashier offers you paper or plastic.
I've often fanticised (fantisized, fanticized...urg my spelling tonight is off) about going to some place called "Plain Old Diner" and there being three things total on the menu. You can't substitute, trade up or anything remotely annoying like that. You order 1, 2, or 3 and that's what you get. They even provide you with water, a beer and a coffee (again, no choice). If you raise a tantrum, they kick you out. Fantasies, just fantasies.
Someday though, evolution will stop because our descendants will have too many options (let's see, wings or chicken feet? feathers or fur? intelligence or a hot ass?), become completely befuddled and then the squirrels will take over. About my long-standing loathing/fear of squirrels I will not speak. It's a topic bigger than one sentence can handle....
An Erinku (like a haiku, only not):
tin foil
crunkled up
retaining that
yummy dinner smell
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