Tuesday, January 21, 2003
There are times when I love food. This is not one of those times. Right now is a feeling that I have every now and again that lasts maybe a week. I hate eating. The whole process just disgusts me. If you really think about it. Eating is so gross. I hate having to chew and mash things up. And my stomach feels horribly inflated and I feel like a small snake that just swallowed a large rat whole and everyone can see the huge bulge. It's nasty. I feel fat and gross. I'd stop eating all together, but that just wouldn't be healthy now would it? I hate knowing that, because it doesn't stop me from wanting to.
Stick with me in that this has nothing to do with anything.
E gave me a ring. A wedding ring. No we aren't getting married. It's just a ring he found and he thought I would like it. I do (no pun intended, although that was pretty funny). But I keep thinking about who it used to belong too. He found it in the restroom of a restaurant he used to own. I worried at first that the man or woman would be upset. That he/she felt horrible once they realized that the symbol of their love was lost. Simply by removing it to wash their hands. Gone forever. I wonder if they took out an ad in the newspaper, asking, begging someone to tell them some information. Eventually, they would move on and maybe buy a replacement. Hopefully their love would understand and forgive them for being so careless with their 14K love.
But then what if it was left on purpose? What if a distraught husband or wife left the ring after following their spouse to the restaurant only to find that he/she was meeting someone else. Instead of making a huge scene the person escaped into the bathroom and having to face the truth left the ring for someone else to find and hopefully get more joy out of it then they did.
I hope I'm wrong either way. I don't like to think someone in love could just forget. Humans make mistakes tho. I don't like to think that everything ends in misery. But there has to be some reason.
Stick with me in that this has nothing to do with anything.
E gave me a ring. A wedding ring. No we aren't getting married. It's just a ring he found and he thought I would like it. I do (no pun intended, although that was pretty funny). But I keep thinking about who it used to belong too. He found it in the restroom of a restaurant he used to own. I worried at first that the man or woman would be upset. That he/she felt horrible once they realized that the symbol of their love was lost. Simply by removing it to wash their hands. Gone forever. I wonder if they took out an ad in the newspaper, asking, begging someone to tell them some information. Eventually, they would move on and maybe buy a replacement. Hopefully their love would understand and forgive them for being so careless with their 14K love.
But then what if it was left on purpose? What if a distraught husband or wife left the ring after following their spouse to the restaurant only to find that he/she was meeting someone else. Instead of making a huge scene the person escaped into the bathroom and having to face the truth left the ring for someone else to find and hopefully get more joy out of it then they did.
I hope I'm wrong either way. I don't like to think someone in love could just forget. Humans make mistakes tho. I don't like to think that everything ends in misery. But there has to be some reason.
