As Dante’s Inferno was inspired in the hills of Tuscany, I was inspired at the food court at 1 of 3 local Costco locations. Looking at all these people that pay an annual fee so they can buy things that come in gut busting bulk. What does that say about me, and where I stand as a story teller?
Advice, if you want a fast good cheap meal for lunch, call one of your buddies that works in a cubical. Make sure they’re one of those mid-level employees that only gets 30-60 min. for lunch. They make the most out of their time for lunch. The one hour and couple min they get is like deep fried gold to them. They always know the best spots.
Choose…… choose between some meaty, cheesy, melted wrap in a pillowy italian sounding bread with your choice of 3 kinds of dipping sauce. Or a 3 day-old airtight packed saltwater injected chicken breast caesar salad. The lesser of 2 evils. At lightning speed, the thoughts of justification go into action. ”The day is boring, I’m going to treat my self.” ”Hey! You only live once.” ”Damn it’s only Wednesday.” ”I need this to get me through the week.” ”Hey it’s Friday why not.” ”Extra 10 min on the stair stepper tonight at the gym, and by gym I mean one of those community bungalows that you have to drive too. Even though it’s in your complex and they only have 3 exercise machines.”
And as you make your decision on the 3000 plus calorie lunch you announce that what you are fisting into your mouth is sooooooo bad for you.
This is what is bad for you.
The cost of living is towering over the average pay, and from that sacrifices are made. Eat like crap because you have no time to make something. Pressure from friends, pressure from girls, upset because your team lost last night, get over that one by the way!!! Because despite the camaraderie you have with other super-fans, they are not your team!!! They do not care about you and wether you make that minimum payment on your already-3-notices-late Target card or not.
Live life, enjoy everything.
But…..
There’s always a but,
Learn to be a professional.
I mean discipline. Go ahead and get the double cheese burger, but not every day. Don’t feel guilty. Just know that it’s what you want.
Next time, granola and yogurt. Life is full of ups and downs, the middle is boring. When you finally learn to embrace that hangover that you tried to wash down with aspirin and a shot of Jack after a weekend at the local youth chilly cook-off that put you up 2 pant sizes (I like wordz with z”s in them) (sorry that was stupid and even more stupid is that I did back-to-back parentheses) you will be a better person. Love the bad as much as the good. Wear them both like a badge of honor. Well that’s all for now kids out there in Myspace land. Log on next time to see what babble I have written. God the only thing sadder than some one having the time to read this is the fact I had time to write it. So try out the advice I think I gave with this note of dribble.
“It’s not so bad for you.”
- Hoov
