Nerdgasm

John, on meals.

Meals on wheel. John in heels. John, in heels, on meals on wheels.

Not really; this post is only about meals and how I always fuck up the eating process of them, not any of that other stuff.

Of course, the first thing I dig into is not what I am most excited to eat. Oh no, I always save the best for last. It is the only logical move to me. So: blah blah blah, I eat food. Me like food. Me man hungry. Food good tummy taste. Now, I am down to my last two servings of whatever I just so happen to be eating. Since I save the best for last, I start eating the other. But, I begin to notice, as I am eating it…I just really fucking enjoy it. So much, that I actually just decided to make it the best.

Shit. Now I am eating the best, and still have this second best shit over here growing larger (by comparison) with every bite? Damn, I really fucked this meal up. I don’t very well want to end the meal with the taste of some “has been” food. No, god damn it, if any taste is going to be lingering in my mouth, it is going to be number one.

Of course, no matter how the situation plays out. I am always unsatisfied and feel like I should have ended on the other food. Such is just a way of life, I suppose. It’s just a way of life.