It's lunchtime, and I head into the office kitchen. Take some of these soy fake sausage patty things I keep in the freezer. Toss them in the microwave, and head back to my office. After an hour or so, I start feeling a little hungry and remember my sausage patties. Actually that was a lie, I wasn't hungry. Really I was having an imaginary conversation with myself, about in what circumstances I would stop eating meat. This then reminded me of my patties.
When I dashed into the kitchen I saw that someone else needed to use the microwave, and had removed my plate. In a very considerate act, they covered my soy patties with a napkin. I guess to keep flies from collecting on them. We have no flies in the office, so it was basically just a nice gesture. Since they were sitting for an hour, I decided to nuke them for a little bit and get them warmed up.
Upon sitting down, I noticed my lack of a fork or any other eating utensil. So, like any normal person I simply picked the patty up in my filthy hands. About the same moment I bit into it, the heat from the grease inside the patty began to burn my skin. In this incredible realization, I was torn between the eating of the patty and having to drop it to stop the burning. Of course I just kind of juggled the pressure between my fingers and then my teeth, hoping to allow a peice to cool so I could let touch the interior of my mouth. Soon I would learned the folly of this action as the searing sensation on my fingers forced my hand open. Not very long after my lips made direct contact with the offending patty, and my jaw jerked open. The patty then took a short rotating flop to the plate, then made a noise that was a cross between a thud and a slap. Which I will call a thlap.
I sat there staring at the patty, wondering why I would do such a foolish thing. For a few seconds of time, my desire for the taste of the food was stronger then my desire not to be in pain. Eventually the pain won, as it usually does. Then I was slightly remorseful over not continuing to eat my patty. Through all this I gained a valuable personal experience as to the nature of the mind. My mind is constantly doing this little dance of going towards what it wants and away from what it doesn't. As a result my mind is thrown into a little game of tug-o-war with itself, and generally making me unhappy.
When I dashed into the kitchen I saw that someone else needed to use the microwave, and had removed my plate. In a very considerate act, they covered my soy patties with a napkin. I guess to keep flies from collecting on them. We have no flies in the office, so it was basically just a nice gesture. Since they were sitting for an hour, I decided to nuke them for a little bit and get them warmed up.
Upon sitting down, I noticed my lack of a fork or any other eating utensil. So, like any normal person I simply picked the patty up in my filthy hands. About the same moment I bit into it, the heat from the grease inside the patty began to burn my skin. In this incredible realization, I was torn between the eating of the patty and having to drop it to stop the burning. Of course I just kind of juggled the pressure between my fingers and then my teeth, hoping to allow a peice to cool so I could let touch the interior of my mouth. Soon I would learned the folly of this action as the searing sensation on my fingers forced my hand open. Not very long after my lips made direct contact with the offending patty, and my jaw jerked open. The patty then took a short rotating flop to the plate, then made a noise that was a cross between a thud and a slap. Which I will call a thlap.
I sat there staring at the patty, wondering why I would do such a foolish thing. For a few seconds of time, my desire for the taste of the food was stronger then my desire not to be in pain. Eventually the pain won, as it usually does. Then I was slightly remorseful over not continuing to eat my patty. Through all this I gained a valuable personal experience as to the nature of the mind. My mind is constantly doing this little dance of going towards what it wants and away from what it doesn't. As a result my mind is thrown into a little game of tug-o-war with itself, and generally making me unhappy.
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hamcake:
Cool! You make the most mundane things sound so intense! Habby p-day!
jujubee:
Come join the Culinary Professionals group!